moon drunk cleric
moon drunk cleric
let them fall by your hand
their design esoteric
they will make their last stand
as the dim from what's new
falls over their heads
and they lie under you
they will wish they were dead
do not hesitate
daughter of peace
carve blood in blank slate
your control musn't cease
moon drunk cleric
do not falter, my child
do not say that you'll spare it
leave your wound, be reviled
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