The container of my soul
was severed from my shell.
At birth I was stigmatized
by fires of this world.
This hollow space inside
is growing still,
It's going for the kill.
Beneath the blood red sky
a special song was born.
The sky was bleeding
when I sang the deadsong.
By my burning cradle
The lullaby of death
was sung by dark angels.
(The daughters of flame)
They slept under my wing
So cold was the embrace.
Death's loyal servant
now filled with pain.
Forever haunted by her angelic face.
These chains
Hold me down,
Down on this frozen Earth.
In this world where
death roams free.
The sign of reaper is given in birth..
The lullaby of death is being sung.
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