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old misc. a crimson tear rolls down my face
crying teardrops at the angels base
my soul is weeping a saddened song
a heart thats been breaking all along
loneliness creeping up and consuming me
wrapped in shadows, thats where i'll be
tired of standing and weary of living
oh so much of that hunting and killing
feeling the death the forsaken and the cursed cold
no wonder i feel so old and alone
i can feel myself falling down to the ground
catch me i whimper echoing the sound...
Greetings Countess, Well done. Life does feel like an eternity sometimes.
cruelty of the grave
no soul to be saved
wandering forever
eternaly enslaved
In Darkness We Fall...
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