The Power of Darkness
My tears are as black as my heart
sanguine
trembling
Black roses are strewn in my path
I saw the eyes of Death...
i am lost and cast away from society
there is no life for me, only death
the clock is made of blood
hurting
no god could save me now
(cry)
endless fear
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