Blood stains—it taunts as well

Blood stains—it taunts as well— Sings Our Tale—of long farewell— Inspires art—brings Us to hell— Blade in hand—We understand—Death's plan— Dark scythe sweeps across head— Takes me Under the Ground— Words unsaid—live forever—Deafening Sound— Sweeps across this barren town—

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