May 17, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 03: Ensanguined Quiescence - 2005 Your Messiah
Amaranthine Fetish
When darkness cries Against the dawn It will be the day That you can mourn For it will be That I am born Gods will pray When winter bares Her pale frown I shall take A thorny crown That will mean The gods bow down To me that day Well darkness cried upon a morn I still bare the crown of thorns For you I wait © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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