- Feb 8, 2001
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the night falls as if slain by the sun, stricken are we.
the salvation for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
swept away by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must not endure.
your soul thrives no more.
how could you fail to believe?
lost souls surround us, crying,
we are fallen.
Make Your Own!
the night falls as if slain by the sun, stricken are we.
the salvation for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
swept away by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must not endure.
your soul thrives no more.
how could you fail to believe?
lost souls surround us, crying,
we are fallen.
Make Your Own!