Death, my Whispered Name
My life seems motionless, everything just a flow
In this time continuous, what do I have to show?
My art deprives from actions, my blade my paint brush
Allow me to get your attention, murder gives me my rush
From the shadows I strike, blade ever swift and sharp
Others made of my like, still hear the bang of my harp
Like an angel greeting a soul, ill parade my instrument
With eyes black as deathly coal, I’ll free you of earthly containment
I am death, my name is but a deep secret whisper
Till your last breath, you might see the world clearer
Blood is my drink, there is plenty to consume
I’ll send you to the brink, let darkness over loom
My reign of flame, all hail hate and despise
Cleansing the tame, of all wounds and lies
May in darkness you forever shall see
Home of the heartless, as far as the eye can see
Death maybe the ending, but also only the beginning
Eternal sleep is mending, but to those who are listening
Can hear the chorus, filled with anger and hate
For the innocent who adore us, It is time to clean the slate
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