Silence screams louder than words.
And nothing can stop these dark emotions.
That stir within the blackest heart.
My spine is the bassline of night.
Where the hot humid air calls out.
Ghosts are everywhere at sunset.
Mesmerized by ebony of blood.
We rejoice the coming of the ancients.
Twilight Halloween is everyday.
We invocate its true essence.
A bat flies overhead in this prophecy.
The vision warriors have spoken.
Sir Markus Furiae.
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