Oh corpse, oh corpse, you're not dead
Even if you have taken your last breath
Even if the call of sorrows was what you last heard
And the sight of dark and black was your last sight
And the valleys are now the location of your new home
And life has left you with no doubt
And you've succumbed to an eternal slumber
And the reapers touch was what you last felt
And you've been dragged to your death bed
And your eyes have lost its earthly light
And your heart no longer beats for your loved one
And you're sweet lips have become bloodless reminders
And your touch is as cold as Lucy's heart
And warm tears have washed you, oh dear corpse you are not dead
Your spirit still lives amongst the living
And now you have two homes
A home in the valley of the shadows of death where remorse and sorrows and darkness roams
And a place in your lovers heart, and banks have also become your home
True death will never be obtained
Until you have been fully ordained
As the priest of the forgotten church where it's members have no memories
Until you have been ****** to hell and made the new Satan of the land
You will never die
For a soul will leave it's body, but it will forever live in God's land
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
Oh corpse, oh corpse, you're not dead
Even if you have taken your last breath
Even if the call of sorrows was what you last heard
And the sight of dark and black was your last sight
And the valleys are now the location of your new home
And life has left you with no doubt
And you've succumbed to an eternal slumber
And the reapers touch was what you last felt
And you've been dragged to your death bed
And your eyes have lost its earthly light
And your heart no longer beats for your loved one
And you're sweet lips have become bloodless reminders
And your touch is as cold as Lucy's heart
And warm tears have washed you, oh dear corpse you are not dead
Your spirit still lives amongst the living
And now you have two homes
A home in the valley of the shadows of death where remorse and sorrows and darkness roams
And a place in your lovers heart, and banks have also become your home
True death will never be obtained
Until you have been fully ordained
As the priest of the forgotten church where it's members have no memories
Until you have been ****** to hell and made the new Satan of the land
You will never die
For a soul will leave it's body, but it will forever live in God's land
People die, souls rest. That's the only difference.
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