Sinister Countdown- Striga Capella

Scream loud between these wandering trees,

And grind teeth against twig and stone.

With eyes that see upon twisting planes,

A devious mind does grow.

Horns that twist channeled deep with dark veins,

And a mouth that has many a voice.

A vassal am I for whomever to use,

With blood that begs to feed.

These darkest of thoughts bred in devious minds,

Let me whisper such wicked delights.

For I scream to the dark and laugh at your dear,

Feed me your refuse and this darkness will grow.


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