When darkness falls the dead shall rise
To resurrect thy reason,
Then
When the fires of Hell have burned to the core,
And
Take these hooks from my flesh,
Cast across the ring of
I burn, I fly,
I drown in a blood red sky,
Never
Take thy pick and dig thy grave,
All sense dies in
[There are no words]
I am the silence that enshrouds thee
in moments of deep
Should I follow my heart to the ends of the
Wounded by pleasure in flower of youth,
Measure for measure, tortue
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