laying down in this hellish, warm, barron, land.
I crave not eat nor drink.
nor crave I shade.
ne'r more I crave than to
sink my teeth into the soul of you

soul guided by glistening stars
laugh to open jail cell bars
devil's paints to hide your face
shrouded you are, always shrouded

wash Thein ink off.
show me this face you hide.
shrouded by happyness you have denied,
glance up, teary eyes, cry ne'r more.
for with your devil's I'll clean score.

hush sweet sinner, lay your head,
down in this barren, warm, hellish land of dead.
wipe your cheeks on my chest,
I'll carve your visage onto my crest

lend me your hand, for an instant yet,
for me to thank you, dousing my endless regret .
washing years of torment away, a dark soul I begot,
fear not sweet face.

thou hath my soul.

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