Around, all around, life's dark memories gather.
My dread grows,
as the angry hand of Heaven falls against
my naked soul.
and If I should die,
before I wake know she has drained me.
And my life ebb's out,
and my blood drips into the ever thirsty earth.
In numbness I fall limply
while Death's shadow then surrounds me.
Now alone,
my fervent plea falls upon your hardened heart.
What I am, is all I am, because of you.
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