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Wingless Witchboy
As the village turns cold.., to Alkaline Mist I use your scalp and hide skin, so I can glide off the mountains sides cliffs I use church-windows as reverse-caleidoscopes So divine light comes out my mouth when I spit I am Lord Ark.. the dark marsh, alone Build cathedrals for holy wars in Arcs of stone And parts of bones, the king of the dark below heads on stakes marks the throne…
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As the village turns cold.., to Alkaline Mist
I use your scalp and hide skin, so I can glide off the mountains sides cliffs
I use church-windows as reverse-caleidoscopes
So divine light comes out my mouth when I spit
I am Lord Ark.. the dark marsh, alone
Build cathedrals for holy wars in Arcs of stone
And parts of bones, the king of the dark below
heads on stakes marks the throne…
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