by Jaxs Johnstone
(New Glasow )
All around the angels gather
my dread grows as the stoke of death touches me
it slays me, and my blood drips to the uncaring tombstone
in agony I hang my head,
while death surrounds me
now, alone my blood falls upon cold eyes
this is death
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