Where spirits walk with mournful cry
lone flies the Devil's butterfly
in summons deep its death knell rings
through graveyard mists with blackened wings.
So silently this haunting flight
that cuts the dark and brooding night
for soul it craves, for soul it sings
through graveyard mists with blackened wings.
On nectar blood such darkness flown
borne breeze of hell, dread Satan blown
to mournful song its darkness clings
through graveyard mists with blackened wings.
In coffin lain your body cold
this day as farewell passing told
regret you will the song it brings
through graveyard mists with blackened wings.
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