What Blows From Out the Nether Regions
There is something more wretch'ed
In this windy howl.
Something darker, this night;
Expands on its fright.
As diabolical a led
Procession of sounds
Lashed, raised up lost souls by;
That in death cant die!
All hopes to rescue, redeem
Long since exhausted
Who now, screaming out as one
Wildest weather throng.
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