O, Death
O,Death
Bring forth your mighty rage.
Hail upon me - therefore I shall be graced.
Terror in my skull shakes my poor soul.
But you shall know - devils might resides in all.
Indeed I have, fooled you once more.
So let it rain, upon my sinful soul.
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