Vitus Rites

Devils dancing in blank darkness
Chanting, brewing fields of rye and rue
Smiling baldly at sheer madness
Panting backwards codes of dye and blue

Clouds forming overhead, demons fall like rain
Waking up living dead, kill us all again

Devils dancing in blank darkness
Smiling baldly at sheer madness

Just a wink at crime time to ignore
Nothing much to matter anymore




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Written on 2021-05-11 at 01:06

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