Circle Of The Nine
O to dance with the devil and strike up a blaze
To do battle with demons and into the abyss, capture a gaze
To cast myself into brimstone and fire
To impale mine own heart atop the burning pyre
To traverse the pitch and fall to the nine
Engorging my belly with blood for want of wine
To feel the chill of the frostbitten lake
Four walls and infinity a prison does make
To be bound in chains and thrown into the pit
To be lavished with pain as the candles are lit
If ever I yearn for this and nothing more
on the winds shall I ride to arrive at your door
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