Succumb to the Devil's Bliss,
Release thy soul with the Reaper's kiss,
Breathe thy final breath,
Give up life, give in to Death.
Look into the pitiless eyes,
Of he who shall silence the final cries,
Of the living, of the breathing,
As he touches the heart, once beating.
He reigns from a darkened throne,
Built upon the ancient bone,
Of those who entered the land of the dead,
Of whom the Fates have split Life's eternal thread.
And ask not of what this spectre speaks,
Speak not of what the banshee shrieks,
Wander not those barren lands,
Take not the Harbinger's frozen hand.
Come my child, come hither,
From the grasps of he who withers,
Take the hand of one who walks,
The hand with whom the spirits talk.
Do not fail the final test,
Thou must choose-- be damned, or blessed,
Take not the Reaper's deadly kiss,
Do not succumb to the Devil's Bliss.
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