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Dark Lord of the West
 

With fiery breathe and iron clad wings,
On flight of darkest night.
From ages past, across all time,
I hear you call, you call to me,
You call me home to thee.

From oceans dark and deep abyss,
Through stormy tempest night.
You spread your wings to fan my soul,
To awake in me the flight.
To travel on to worlds below,
Known thus only to you.

Go take my soul to Shadowland
So it may taste and it may see
The Devouring of the Dark.
And may it see what feedeth thee?
And what there lies below

Dark Lover of the Underworld
I come to thee to be set free.
I need the night you so embrace.
Give me the power.
Give me the taste.
Thy soul and mine in dark embrace.

You are the power.
You are the fear.
You take.
You break.
No compromise
You are the dark.
The dark in me.

Of mortal realm you do transcend.
You take the breath.
Your sear the flesh.
And relish those who fall.
Your iron clad will doth never yield.
You light the flame in me.
Oh Lord of Night
My dark desire
Dark Lover come to me.