Curse Of The Immortal Tyrants

Funeral Fog

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    Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice
    A poet's serenade
    Her name a whisper 'pon my lips
    And lo, Rorasa came

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    Fear me not my grieving King
    Funereal in breath
    The secrets of the dark I know
    And thus, we shall cheat Death"

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