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The Fall of Night

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The Fall of Night

"Hither I come.
I am the Scythe of the Moon.
I am the Fall of Night.
I am the Gentle Death.
Hither I have come.
Travel with me 'O Mortal Childe,
the Mother of Light awaits."

The Fall of Night

"Hither I come.
I am the Scythe of the Moon.
I am the Fall of Night.
I am the Gentle Death.
Hither I have come.
Travel with me 'O Mortal Childe,
the Mother of Light awaits."