Such a shade they cast in the bodies at night when the dark provides cover for horns and lights and an impacient tail... in such state it can surprise your faith what a spectre can do; what kind of magic they would conjure for no other reason than to walk this living hell for a minute or two.
Can you find the black eyes or the sulfured skin... can you see their broken steps slowly coming for you? Have you been in the un-precious moment when a beautiful girl gets taken and becomes a ghost of flesh and crawls around guideless and hollow?
A light that brings no hope and a shadow that casts protection if only for a little while, it grants you one last breath and one last thought... for you to decide if is better to curse or to wish farewell to your love...
Such a shade and such a man that is not only a man...
Such despair, oh how much pain coming down your path.
The gates are closed, there is no way out...
Theses gates won't give in, but you to those fears...yes you will.
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