The Lore of Conjurer Samael of the Capital

An eternal lover A thoughtless truster 'Till death did him part Now bones fitted empty of heart

Dressed in his best yet cold and numb Eons to long for what may never come But what does waiting mean when already dead No soul nor soma to stimulate and keep fed

Yet still a desire to be free An endless search for what is meant to be

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