The Feast of Darkness - Version 1
Death, Darkness, and the Devil
All feast at the same table
Under candlelight
They rejoice at our suffering
Our pain is food for their souls
Our blood
Becomes their wine
They dance upon our graves
A white dove passes over
And cries
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