O'Death,
of ice cold hands,
of cruel brands.
Come and dance,
with your adamance.
Spare me another day,
In Solitude faraway,
spare me another betray,
in Solitude of stone and clay.
O'Death,
I have learned your name,
a flickering of cold flame,
as darkness came,
I have learned your game.
O'Death,
a puppet of dark master,
roaring with a bluster,
chained by a feaster,
ending in disaster.
O'Death,
in bed of red petals,
bound by dark cabals,
bleed crimson corals,
among shattered crystals.
You spared me another day,
In Solitude faraway,
You spared me another betray,
in Solitude of stone and clay.
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