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To My Death
Bring me in to face my death,
My life is now complete.
Circled through the spiral cliff,
To where our souls may meet.
Bring me forth to face your will,
The question is, am I in it?
Did I fight my hundred year war,
Only to find I did not win it?
Battles fought. The ground is drenched.
So be careful not to slip on the blood.
Use Polaris as your guiding star,
And fear what your dreams are made of.
Never was there a thing worth smiling,
Worth wondering if it'd ever come true.
As the leather winged angels smile with hidden mirth,
At the mishaps that come to you.
So drag my good name through the mud.
But there's nothing good that I hold.
As I smirk at your childish games,
To which I'll never behold.
My spirit lifts as will your own,
As I watch with sadistic glee.
At how the world is bound to end,
And how the Bodies shall meet.
Drip, drip, drop, the embers burn,
And the rain brings me no such relief.
As the acid burns through my skin so fair,
The pain and pleasure's so brief.
The hands reach forth, they lift me up.
No, not the hands of Jesus.
They burn to the touch, and his smoky skin,
But his promises he had sent to appease us.
Gentle leather wings are wrapped around me,
I'm now my Master's new slave.
With His devilish grin He tames me,
With the soul he holds, which I gave.
-Morbid Seraphim
