Pitch night feathers shine bright against the almighty moon light.

The Beast was found with in you. Until the day of judgement release you.

Power lay masked behind Perfect Beauty, come rise beyond intend duty, the Morningstar, raised up songs to please you. “Are you with him?”

Desiring authority your earthly soul begs you, he needs you.

Prideful Son of Dawn. Not even the Most-High can treat you. “We are with you.”

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