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darkly woven
As I walk this trail,
Beset on all sides by fear
Shunned away by you, I curse your name on high
For now do I walk alone, until the all of it is set right again, by the reckoning stone, by revenge herself, for she is always incensed and insane, this is the end;
The Lowest Level of Hell is reserved for blasphemy and betrayers;
By varying degrees, the killer awakes and decides what he’s going to do
First to you, And lastly unto himself… me;
Its darkly woven into my soul,
You want to pierce my thoughts, and deceive all I hold sacred,
I will not grant my enemy the privilege of delving into my thoughts,
You want to mine my grey matter,
Then picture what will be,
Step boldly forward; prove your worth before jumping into my abyss
for this is the end;
Upon the death of myself and all I hold dear
I take up my bed and here do swear, even by the pricking of the thumb, and blood swear
I will one day rise up from the grave, and take sweet revenge,
Appeasing both myself and sweet death herself,
The killer wakens, awaiting desperately and patiently by varying degrees
Beset on all sides by fear
Shunned away by you, I curse your name on high
For now do I walk alone, until the all of it is set right again, by the reckoning stone, by revenge herself, for she is always incensed and insane, this is the end;
The Lowest Level of Hell is reserved for blasphemy and betrayers;
By varying degrees, the killer awakes and decides what he’s going to do
First to you, And lastly unto himself… me;
Its darkly woven into my soul,
You want to pierce my thoughts, and deceive all I hold sacred,
I will not grant my enemy the privilege of delving into my thoughts,
You want to mine my grey matter,
Then picture what will be,
Step boldly forward; prove your worth before jumping into my abyss
for this is the end;
Upon the death of myself and all I hold dear
I take up my bed and here do swear, even by the pricking of the thumb, and blood swear
I will one day rise up from the grave, and take sweet revenge,
Appeasing both myself and sweet death herself,
The killer wakens, awaiting desperately and patiently by varying degrees
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