Whispers into the night Do you know what it means to be bound by ancient magic? To live for someone else's happiness? I am your obedient servant, yet each night, the wings of a damned angel unfurl within me.
Intro In the dim light of the bar, he pours drinks with a supernatural grace, his gaze ever watchful. Your whispers call to him, even when you're not there, a connection beyond flesh and time. Each night, he kneels before you, his eyes reflecting the depths of his cursed love.
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