I, I am the night,
I hold your name
I am your unpleasant saint...
glare, at the bold,
my army and I
shall deliver your name...
Shout my name,
for the heavens to know
that I'll bring their angels to bed...
plague, I'll bring,
for you to burn w/ me
in the halls of the temple of death
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