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Death Comes For Us All

   
   
in the blackness of night    
the grim reaper comes upon us all    
with his unholy scythe    
harvester of souls    
   
the light blinks out in my eyes    
as each person slips through my hands    
a hole in me where they once were    
pray death would come for me    
   
embrace me in it's cold black hands    
take me to my final destination    
wraith like, shadow of a soul    
withered from within and without    
   
I've seen death up close    
staring me in the face    
ghostly specter    
tormenting me with promises    
never kept    
   
one by one all I've loved    
lost to that pale horse    
ripping my innards out    
vampire I can't die    
   
I ride hard deep into the night    
watching through centuries untold    
as everything grows old then cold    
tormented of mind    
   
in the blackness of night    
the grim reaper comes upon us all    
with his unholy scythe    
harvester of souls    
   
comes for all but one    
my blackened heart    
too vile even for death    
an empty vessel I ride on    
   
   
   
   
   
   
(for Hades Black No. 1 comp.)  
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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