• Poisoned Blood on a poisoned throne in a cave of darkness, cold and alone. Souls walk and wonder near scratching scraping, instilling fear. Screams and cries fill the night, the darkness has already won its fight.

    Funeral of Fear Spreading doubt and danger near
    A ship capsized by love sinking to the bottom high above
    Untold stories and beating wings fear is made of all these things
    Things forgotten but never lost sacrificed upon a might cross
    Mans sins and mans rejoice, we have all made our choice
    Sleeping in the graves that we have dug, we are all caught in deaths mighty tug

    Scrambling up a jagged hill, an angel of broken wing and will. She stops and lays awhile to rest, upon a bloody jagged crest. Bleeding, oozing, dripping life, her mortal body is filled with strife.

    Funeral of Fear Spreading doubt and danger near
    A ship capsized by love sinking to the bottom high above
    Untold stories and beating wings fear is made of all these things
    Things forgotten but never lost sacrificed upon a might cross
    Mans sins and mans rejoice, we have all made our choice
    Sleeping in the graves that we have dug, we are all caught in deaths mighty tug

    Her feet were cracked burned and dried, she held them gently as she cried. A boy of tender age and heart, sweeps in to stab her with a poisoned dart. He cries and holds her as she dies, the cave is filled with both their cries.

    Funeral of Fear Spreading doubt and danger near
    A ship capsized by love sinking to the bottom high above
    Untold stories and beating wings fear is made of all these things
    Things forgotten but never lost sacrificed upon a might cross
    Mans sins and mans rejoice, we have all made our choice
    Sleeping in the graves that we have dug, we are all caught in deaths mighty tug

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