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A glint of silver,
Covered in red.
A killer awakened,
The soul is dead.

He carves a small pentacle,
Right over the heart.
A mark of his power,
This piece of art.

The blood-red moon,
Hanging in the air.
A sign of death,
Grieve and despair.  
Ingibjörg Erla
1990 - ...


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