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The gray clouds march silently overhead.
misting their tears to the earth,
apathy reigns on high,
empathy below.
In the bowels of the earth,
the secrets are rising
to do the bidding of their masters,
let the darkness reign tonight
Carpe Nocturnum, imperium Dei, gemma caelorum.
Let the sweet smells of summer fade
and the fowl scents of winter bloom
may the shadows rise,
and may the sun be entombed.
Like an owl so wise
we see the pattern,
Love and Death
death and life,
so let us rise to our master,
and seize the night,
Carpe Nocturnum, Dominus tecum, benedicti fracti ventriis.
I see a wraith,
standing before me,
dressed in white,
with fire in his eyes.
I hear his chant,
calling me,
taking me away . . .
Carpe Nocturnum, imperium Dei, gemma caelorum.
Carpe Nocturnum, Dominus tecum, benadicti fructi ventriis.
Carpe Nocturnum, Mater misericordia amo te
Carpe Nocturnum, filii Dei cornuaventique
Carpe Nocturnum, aligerae umbra socii mundi
Carpe Nocturnum._
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