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Upon The Canvas of the Midnight Black
Upon the canvas of the midnight black,
A choir of screams that chill the very spine.
In echo's grip, a terror does unpack,
Its haunting melody devoid of time.
Each cry, a dagger in the velvet night,
A symphony of fear that rends the air....
A choir of screams that chill the very spine.
In echo's grip, a terror does unpack,
Its haunting melody devoid of time.
Each cry, a dagger in the velvet night,
A symphony of fear that rends the air....
