Pythia - Dawn Will Come

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The light is dying in the sky
I walk through the sands of bloodshed old
And I steel myself this night
Hold me near you
I don’t fear you
Feel my fire
Cold of the meal and drink to madness
Through the
I see the dagger in my hand
Decked in gold, I wander through the halls
One thought: vengeance for my murdered kin
A word guides my faithful hand
Hands entwining
Stars aligning
You’re in my grasp
Like a serpent you will writhe in the flames
As I send you to the hell from which you came
Take my hand
Breathe your desires
Know your lust
Will be your pyre
Blood and wine
Staining white lace
Feel the hate
In our embrace
Fever rises
Blood baptizes
Cold steel biting
Triumphant from the darkness
And the dawn will come again
In the end, the dawn will come