I am she who is veiled
by the shadows
I am she who can not
be seen by the light
I am she who cries
with sorrows
I am she whose only
friend is the night
I walk along the lonely path
In seach of that sweet feast
Always suppressing the wrath
of that fearful beast.
Coming closer
I can smell what other can not
Coming closer
and in great detail what others do not find
Coming closer
I love a lot what other will not bind
Ever so careful trying not to spill a drop
I pierce the vain and will not stop
Till my sacrifice reaches death
Only then will I let go my caress
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