Sweetly lured to the blade
That will violently plunge through my heart and take my life away
Angry, ghostly claws have raped me too many times
Blissful possession overpowers my mind
Not a thing happening will repent my convictions
I will slowly die with my confessions
In this black hole, my life they'll find
And the stains of our blood in time
Maybe just a moment to spare
Before saving me from a century of tears

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