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Everything turns to ashes and dust
Love always seems to just be lust
We always look for our deepest desire
But we live life as a funeral pyre
A dark Angel is now coming
It is my turn for the summoning
Will she be taking me to Heaven or Hell?
That is a truth I am not able to tell
Because within these shadows I still walk
Where darkness dwells to always stalk
And midnight friends come out to stare
And this twilight hour they come to share