DEATH AND OBSESSION
In the darkness of the days and the nights of the rhym. in the last chants and the drifting time. I will own you. Even when our flesh has gone cold When death has already tolled When our moments have been sold. I will own you. Because even your soul is slave to me. What were you? if not a useless name in the list of me.
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