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Walking under the moon,

Knowing the hunger will come soon,

Fill my mouth,

Swirl on my tongue,

Soon I will flee south,

To escape the persecution I hold,

From hunters many, and bold.



Down the river,

Down the creek,

To find the sweet nectar that I seek.

Black Roses, falling from the sky

Raining down on upturned faces

Thorns piercing piercing through his eye

He shakes off her warm embraces

And asks why



why cant you stand by me

as we immolate

WE CAN BURN IN EACHOTHERS ARMS