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A phantom born from filth and flame

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Konstantin "Kain" Ivanov
Konstantin "Kain" Ivanov
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A phantom born from filth and flame No name, no face, just hunger, just pain She moves through shadows, slick and slow The pulse of death begins to grow You feel her breath before you see A hollow promise to set you free She wears the skin of what you crave And pulls you with her to the grave Drag me down Hold me under Tear me open Thief of wonder Drag me down Hold me under Tear me open Thief of wonder A whisper dressed in torn-up lace A savage smile, a cold embrace She feeds on worship, craves the fall The prettiest poison of them all You beg for mercy, scream for more She leaves you rotting at her door A sacred wound, a bloody prize The hunger never dies Drag me down Hold me under Tear me open Thief of wonder Drag me down Hold me under Tear me open Thief of wonder A banshee born of lust and steel Built to break and built to kneel She doesn't love, she only takes And grinds your world until it breaks Rot inside me Sleep beside me One last time now My foul nymph