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Arrival of Our Lady of the Grave, speaks on saving and deploying souls now in her service. |
Inky shadows creep in view Whispering echoes of crimson night Chill descends as fell winds skew Our Lady of the Grave takes flight Hear her wail beneath the moonlight Dance to the beat of eternal night Sanguine roses bloom Her shadow stretches, eclipsing the tomb Heartbeat slows as the air runs cold Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Her voice, whispers, sweet beckoning The lost at the edge of the dark Beyond their ruin, now souls are deployed and Our Lady of the Grave claims her rite Hear her wail beneath the moonlight Dance to the beat of eternal night Sanguine roses bloom Her shadow stretches, eclipsing the tomb Heartbeat slows as the air runs cold |
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