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To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
Last road ?
My sad guardian angel
Peace at last
Final stop !
Nothing left undone !
You will always venture alone !
Judge ? Guardian ? Keeper ?
Deadly humour ?
The keeper of souls !
Here we rest !
Eternal life we will gain
Going down the path of life
To dust we shall return
Well what is this, that I can’t see
with ice cold hands taking hold of me
Well I am Death, none can excel,
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell
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