Deviations by Ecnephias
Creeping into the dawn the mad wind you welcome
I am seeking for power desire or deviation?
I am the true enemy of your silent embrace
Destroyer of quiet I make bitter your days
A slave state in you a lifeless discard
You�re haunted by my cruelty
Horrific rage or sad reality?
You will feel the spell of lust
Your wings will split and turn to dust
Open to my wishes tasting all my gruesome sin
Bring me home there in the forest
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