Witching hourglasses
Bleed the hissing sands of time
As this story, gory, a catharsis
Leads toward the quite sublime
We have such sights to show you
Enslaved from the start
She captured my heart
I recall our lips trembled a whisper apart
And when she died
I cried to darkened orders
Fell fiends of the abyss
Beware their kiss
Sisters of the mist
Through split lips of torture
I scream out her name
Clarissa, I miss her
Death's fissure remains
She hangs in thе courtyard
’Neath a cold, callous moon
Her bruised, nakеd carcass
Displayed for the boon
Of those who desired her
Fiery womb
If, tomorrow, we burn
Tonight, we will seal their doom
Bleed the hissing sands of time
As this story, gory, a catharsis
Leads toward the quite sublime
We have such sights to show you
Enslaved from the start
She captured my heart
I recall our lips trembled a whisper apart
And when she died
I cried to darkened orders
Fell fiends of the abyss
Beware their kiss
Sisters of the mist
Through split lips of torture
I scream out her name
Clarissa, I miss her
Death's fissure remains
She hangs in thе courtyard
’Neath a cold, callous moon
Her bruised, nakеd carcass
Displayed for the boon
Of those who desired her
Fiery womb
If, tomorrow, we burn
Tonight, we will seal their doom
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