As I walk towards the Angel of Death
I feel no remorse for what I have done
I feel the warmth of the skies above
I fear no evil
For there is none
From the skies
I can hear them singing the song
The song that illuminated my life
And casts a shadow over
My memories of love past
Forever lost in the grasps
Of Mortality
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