Some strange bewitchment takes over. They rouse the beast in my heart, they charm the worst of me, and they entreat sacrifice. Through some malign rite I am supplicated before the darkness. The sun will rise again, but I’ll be long gone.
Some strange bewitchment takes over. They rouse the beast in my heart, they charm the worst of me, and they entreat sacrifice. Through some malign rite I am supplicated before the darkness. The sun will rise again, but I’ll be long gone.
