The shifts of the wind
Smile like a draconian desert
She is a taker
Blood flows from the valley
Basking in your own self contempt
We pay for our sins
Decorate the hall for the prophet
Give your gifts
Cheers for the values of death
Love lifts riches
Love exposes the bankrupt soul
My girlfriend is a vampire
Pretty as a shiny coffin
No inheritance
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