There is a beast that darkens the skies,
The blue begins to fade into a deep dark black,
A Vapor of smoke rises from the ashes,
The remains of the dead are all that are left,
The journey on this road is long and dreadful,
one without his cross,
is one without his rose,
a kiss so smooth yet so solemn,
Is a dream ever so real,
ever so cold,
in pain I cry,
when it is ever so cold.
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