The grim force set sail
into a world of magic
where wastelands were blue-soaked, in
the capes of the mountains
[Chorus:]
With a hunger as great
as the most ancient of daggers
Six were the days
to be ended on the seventh night
As it stepped into the shadowland
grass began to grow
A storm blew with a bliss,
accomplishing the serpents kiss
[Repeat Chorus]
With blood like the noblest of red
And with a purpose
yet unknown to any dimension,
set her eyes on fire
for ultimate visions to discover
Her lips touched the ground
and became Death and his bride
[Repeat 1. verse]
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