I love the creaking
The creaking of graves
Creaking of skeletons
Alone in solitude
...
Drunk
Drunk in to the Shades
The small clouds on the graves
The wise whistling of the tombs
...
Affinity to the
Dark
But even there
I saw a Shade
...
Draikis the Ghost
He yielded his Soul to the stars
And to the chill of night
And to the moon of night
...
I drink alcohol of Beauty
For me
It must be that refined
Then I speak noble
...
Out in the street
Desolation reigns
No rain
No lightning
...
Round the same
Words
The Verse goes
Round the same
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