The Reaping
A lead towards my own demise...
I see the shadows in my mind
And I read them like an evil rhyme
I see the darkness come to take me whole
And I know it must to lift my soul
I see the dragon in the sky
And I know that I must die
I feel the power almost there
I can taste it like the air
I must writhe alone
Then soon be done
Now my soul is for the reaping
And I hear the sickle sweeping
And I read them like an evil rhyme
I see the darkness come to take me whole
And I know it must to lift my soul
I see the dragon in the sky
And I know that I must die
I feel the power almost there
I can taste it like the air
I must writhe alone
Then soon be done
Now my soul is for the reaping
And I hear the sickle sweeping
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