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Given Freely

Undead beats of a stony blackened heart
Shrouded in mist of unrestful home
Upon agonizing earth; cold, dark, and damp
Is where this nightly creature roams

He pillages not for money, nor goods,
But instead, he'll steal your wicked soul
But I, his mistress of the night
Wait for his thirst to make me whole

Till when time is right, I'll join his grave
To possess my soul, and his blood I'll crave

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