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So these are the walls
Wherein hides my doom
And night, when it falls
Brings ghoul-ridden gloom
Rest shall I find in here
'Till death doth his deed
Away with these tales of aghast
That bereaveth my sleep
Now wine and dim light
Bring slumber to me
A new morning shall prove them all wrong
Them olde creeps and their dull fairytale fantasy
The haunt is on
"And to thee night appears
Sans the quiet of her spheres..."
No longer can I bear
The pesterings of light
Save the sacred fires
That moon and stars ignite
Good is evil, wrong is right
And thy horrors, my delight
The haunt is on
No rest will I find
As long as a dream
Within my wretched mind
Brings darkness to sheen
For sorrow and woe
Seem my destiny
No thought of dispersion
Nor gleams of the hope
Of the hopeless
Have found into me!
No longer can I bear
The pesterings of light
Save the sacred fires
That moon and stars ignite
Good is evil, wrong is right
And thy horrors, my delight
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