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She lurks from the eve of all, she deceives

And ere true and strife

She takes the threads of life, and she weaves

Nay, to be true to the knife



Somewhere in the shadows she lurks

And still persists, her evil works

Somewhere in the shadows confines

Sleeps her wicked and wrathful mind.



Deep down inside of her, pain doth scorch

Teaching the ends to fuse

Now gone beside her, she passes the torch

And lo, for a fire’s grim muse



Now she moves on with the sanctified hate,

Determined to shed misery, love she abate

A tear on the cheek of a lustful smile

She would stab glory, woe to earth and guile.



Taken away… taken by life

She was taken by the shadows

Drown, drown in a pool of blood

She lurks somewhere in the shadows.



A life of pain, and hopelessness

Never taken, alas

Sunk down deeply, into the hole

The late hour has passed



Tragedy stricken, and torn down by him

Mistakes made before, soul cannot soar



Only to die, would satisfy

Tragedy, tragically claims

Why?  I ask, only to die

Now she breaks the chains



Now, her heart, onward bound

Crushed by the passion deep

Fire upon coals, burns all around

And into the depth she seeps



A smile on her face, before death takes her hand

Torn from the torment at last

They ride to the underworld, far from the land

Now her last hour has past.



Somewhere in the shadows she lurks

And still persists, her evil works

Somewhere in the shadows confines

Sleeps her wicked and wrathful mind.



Taken away… taken by life

She was taken by the shadows

Drown, drown in a pool of blood

She lurks somewhere in the shadows.