Nocturnal Witch by Zemial
An old castle of torment shines under the Moon,
A crystallized silence casts a shadow over the moors:
Unseen, mouldy, catacombs, summoned to breathe again;
The Witch of Lust eerily commands: "This Night will never
end!"
She weaves,
The Spell,
Of Death!
The Mistress of the Night!
Unknowing virgin peasant girl is bled by the hands of
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