sicklysatisfied:

∞ why’d you only call me when you’re high ∞

sicklysatisfied:

∞ why’d you only call me when you’re high ∞

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J’aimerais que ma voix sera entendu.

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internetr0yalty:

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where-i-draw-the-line:

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hierarchical-aestheticism:

Radio Werewolf - The Night (Fiery Summons Version)

Open your shuttered windows, unlock your bolted doors
Cast off that crucifix, tonight’s for dark amor
You seem so listless darling, you’re looking rather ill
That palor quite becomes you, now lay there very still
You hear the rustling sound, of silken wings
A burning in the darkness, the kiss that stings
You’re trembling so my precious, your heart it beats so fast
Look long upon this sunset, it just might be your last…

The night! Belongs to us!
You will learn of the thirst that always burns…
Yes the night! It belongs to us!

Let this cold passion take you, away from all your pain
It’s easy to surrender, as life so softly drains
The spider spins its web, for unwary flies
Now you are one of us, I see it in your eyes
Now your white hands are folded, across your quiet breast
You have crossed over, from this world to the next
And I will never let your, fragile beauty fade
We’ll watch the centuries, pass in their long parade!

The night! Belongs to us!
You will learn of the thirst that always burns…
Yes! The night! It belongs to us!
You will learn forever is a terrible word…

Don’t be afraid…
Don’t be afraid…
Don’t! Be! Afraid!
No! Don’t you be afraid!

No! Don’t you be… afraid…
No! Don’t you be… afraid…

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