At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit
Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit
Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame
Where blood-begotten spirits come
And all complexities of fury leave
Dying into a dance
An agony of trance
An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve
Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit
Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame
Where blood-begotten spirits come
And all complexities of fury leave
Dying into a dance
An agony of trance
An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve
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