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"Elisabetha, Elisabetha This is the tale of the Blood Countess of Transylvania 15 years old she realized her true ambitions, inflicting pain Soon carnal desires called for their fulfillment Black magic was the key Her mouth showed telltale signs of b

The creation of thoughts A process which never ends Our life guided by an idea A construction of a plan In the end just a goal soon Clearance reaches my mind The stone rolled up the hill One inch to... failed In the labyrinth of life The individual i

In this world full of winded corridors Cities like maces towers like thorns I'm not my master, not at all Cursed thoughts lead me to my fall Broken thoughts Broken dreams Broken hearts This realm of darkness, is this my reward? Darkness is falling, o