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
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