Night has born a daughter,
a temptress clad in darkness,
her mother in her eyes,
the deadly beauty
pays tribute to her lover,
this Mistress of Death.
Her kiss is fatal,
Lust seals your doom.
You willingly drink
the poison out of her mouth,
lay down in her arms,
embrace your end,
never to rise again.

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