I can feel the tight grip of death
As it chokes all the life out of me
Ice cold hands that desire to feel
A warm embrace within a frozen sea
Oceans of blood and agony
Rivers of woe and tyranny
Only darkness surrounding me
Rising tides of endless needs
He who craves the poison apple
Must reach out to fall from grace
Her charms fade into the distance
Milk her dry and leave this place
Crush the hopes of the hopeless
Destroy the lives of the lifeless
Counter calls for help with killing
Disecting hearts as blood's spilling
The blood drains into her own mouth
Sharp bursts of pressure building demise
The time will come for a resurrection
Suffer no more 'til the Black Death's rise
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