Angle of the night
Let your darkened wings take flight
Causing mischief for pure delight
Mistress of shadows
Mistress of desire
Work your magic
I am yours
Slave of passion
Evermore
When we finish
Together we ride off
Mischief in our wake
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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