Die The Death

The Devil's Blood

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You arms are many
And reaching for
And through your finger tips
I feel your heart

Your eyes are piercing
And seeing all
And through your tears
My soul is calmed

Your skin is sallow
And clad with blood
And through the smoke
I come to call

Your tongue is red
And speaks of thorns
And through your spit
I am reborn

Your neck is hung
With a wreath of skulls
And through their mouths
I sing your praise

Your cunt is wet
And hurts yourself
And through your peak
I die the death

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