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"And your soul like wine

Will inundate their black

And morbid floor."

The Feast, Ballad I

Would you like me to sing

For you

– Now?

I sing so that you feel

Whatever you want -

Be it love or death.

I sing to move your hearts.

I give my song of light

To you all,

Even to the last whore.

Do you like at all

This bearish tenderness

Of mine?

I sing despite myself.

Whatever I sing – whether about love,

Or death,

It is never fake.

Listen to my songs,

Here they are: