The container of my soul was severed from my shell At birth I was stigmatized by fires of hell This hollow space inside is growing still Its going for the kill Beneath the blood red sky the song was born The sky was bleeding when I sang her the deadsong By my burning cradle The lullaby of death was sung by dark angels The daughters of flame She slept under my wing A cold embrace Deaths loyal servant now filled with pain Forever haunted by her angelic face These chains Hold me down Down on this frozen ground in this world where death walks the earth The sign of reaper given in birth
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