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(3 of 3) Turn and Turn Again
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Gothic I soar high above in the city dark,
looking for a way to make my mark.
Been quite a while since I've been turned,
Oh, all the things that I have learned.
My mistress has taught me very well,
Lessons once learned straight from hell.
The more I use them the power grows,
within my body the heat from hell flows.
Swooping to the streets looking to feed,
piercing some necks and making them bleed.
Quenching my thirst and need to survive,
hoping my mistress will soon arrive.
For her I have plans in this evening so black.
Something I must do and my will can't crack.
My desire to please her has grown to the point,
We must go beyond and then self anoint.
Her vibrations in the air, I know she is near,
our purpose in death is now crystal clear.
Landing next to me I look upon her face,
then pull her close, for a long cold embrace.
