Sanctum by Seance
restless hour lay awake
I sense that there is more
curse of death hangs over me
I can't rest here no more
circle of five
defying the night
thunderous sound
at the unholy seance
blistered eyes has no disguise
bears witness to my fate
golden morning helps me thru
but may have come too late
burning up the midnight oil
it has to be complete
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