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Chant of the Reaper

No more to be ..

No more to tell..

Imprisoned in immortal hell

I.. the reaper with the scythe

A final kiss , none survive

Glares on me a crimson light

I cast no shadow in the night

You are young whilst i am old

I steal your warmth..leave you cold

Fear me , i shall take your life

Unsheath the sword , wet the scythe

My name is death , i walk this land

life's journey ends at my command

Your soul is mine and free to sell

No more to be ..

No more to tell ..

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mark-jarrad
English
Published
Sep 19, 2010
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