His sweetly sick voice drenches this pain
He's searching for the reason he came
I welcome the reaper to this room
I welcome his hand, his bones, his gloom
He may do what he likes
I welcome the ratch of his fearfull might
Make the walls fall
Let it pour with rain
Send my world crashing down
I shall not make a sound
Because I deserve all of this pain
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