Stolen night in darkness dwells,
Apon eternal night in hell,
And rain won\'t soak the fire,
As the devils desire.
His whisful laugh, to be red,
In the flames, when your dead,
Will rot in flame and tortous ways
If you play the devils game.
His smile will soak your every will,
Disgraced by sacraficial still.
And black will weep for afterlife,
Restrained from Sacrafice.
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