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The Cold Embrace of Death

Let me fly! Free from this plane!
The Dark Skies hunger for more souls.
The Wings of Death are waiting.
Feed that gaping mouth.
Death descends and devours.
The grisly teeth snap and bite.
Like howling wolves who worship the Moon.
He rises with the Night and kills the Sun.
Where is one to go now?
In such a black era; with nothing.
Cold as stone; a body of ice.
The bloody flames dissolve the soul.
Angry clouds weep with woe.
The Earth consumes the corpse.
You are free! Free from burdens!
Fly where you please and wreak havoc.
Instill Fear in the heart.
The Raven is calling.
Answer its shrieking.
The Silence is loud.
Too loud for lonely ears.
Where are sounds of life?
Sounds of Fortune and Love?
They die with the Night.
The piercing Scream.
An Echo.
The Wheel of Fortune has turned.
Everyone weep with Me!

DarkRaveN, January 30, 1998


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