A Deathly Muse
A certain tremor in the air
A certain tremble in my bones
As if hell itself approaching
dark, cruel and unforgiving
Yet while being so familiar
Though dreadfully horrifying
And though helplessly defenseless
I brace my soul desperately
To be plunged into the depths
By my legs, My soul to burn.
A certain tremble in my bones
As if hell itself approaching
dark, cruel and unforgiving
Yet while being so familiar
Though dreadfully horrifying
And though helplessly defenseless
I brace my soul desperately
To be plunged into the depths
By my legs, My soul to burn.
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