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Storm sweet innocent Eve
The world lies at your feet
Lured in the celestial temple
Creating both Cain and Abel
Storm sweet innocent Eve
Until victory has been achieved
Your force sweeps the skyline
Uncreating both day- and night-time
Blackened dreams blackened rites
blackened eyes
Forty-nine candles burn in broad twilight
Dance the dance of the dead in shadows
Protoplasmic mystic neon sparks
I invoke thee lady of the most excellent
transmigration
I call thee forth to rage and storm in
vigorous shadow
repeat 3 & 4
Evening sets, the devil's dance, stars fall
out of heaven
She bite the flesh like she bit the apple
before...
Go where I go magic!