3 thoughts on “The Eldritch One, Jolene

  1. I’ve got you here inside of me / your fever just won’t leave me be / You really are the death of me Jolene.

  2. Men rend their flesh and blind their eyes,
    And praise your name in shrieking cries,
    As you blot out the burning skies, Jolene

  3. There never was a hope, at all
    To escape your fatal call
    We kneel before you, awestruck all, Jolene

    We murmur prayers, eyes downcast
    And hope to be devoured last
    The day that you shall break your fast, Jolene

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