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Moving slowly, like a ghost caught in time
I slip hands over body,
and blade over soul.
dancing into the night
the cold fire warms me,
as I spiral into madness,
here I am king. . .
Alone by the sanguine kiss.
I hold myself tight.
brothers and sisters rise from the mists
and join me as I sing
The song is older than time,
The dance older than rite
but the blood remembers all. . .
I am taken back to the day.
when reality was but a dream
and men lived as creatures
who dwelled in the primordial sea
thought ripple,
and deeds spoke louder than words,
here, all are family. . .
I slip the story upon my finger,
it is darker the ebony
and deeper than night
yet within it I can see
The chaotic spiral of madness
raising my arms, I swing them slowly
to the ethereal drum of the night.
My voice rises,
we are one. . .
Like the specter of love
we hold each other
under the arch of the moon.
We are family,
we are friends,
the blood always remembers. . .
As we watch the dragons
flying through the sky
we gain the fey
through the abysmal night.
the stone begins to shimmer
our souls begin to freeze,
but in the night
we are all king. . .
The sun begins to rise,
the time has come to part,
blind forever by what we have done
one, beyond the end of time
the blood will never forget,
the promise we made tonight. . .
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