Death has welcomed me
Where life has forsaken me
As I look ahead, I fall behind
Is it true that justice is blind?
Are my emotions a gift or a curse?
I walk in the rain as I follow my hearse
Love is forsaken, only hate remains
Heaven and hell had me locked in chains
If I become free, death will surly follow
My heart has long been hollow
Darkness fills me to the rim
The outlook is really grim
The night has embraced me
Death is my gift you see
Doom falls now on the ones I once feared
My conscience remains cleared
All shall fall to my despair
My laughter fills the night air
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