Thou knowest not
Whom i may be
Thou cannot learn
The things i see
For i know the Earth
The truths it keeps
I feel the scythe
As cold death reaps
Thou shant pry into my mind
For a terror lairs that never tires
That steals the soul with a glare
Amd rips the heart of all desires
The hedonism of sweet death
The debauchary of the end
The begging for pain
Untenable to that which the evil send
So hide your heart
A guard your soul
The darkness is here
Marking out what it will dole
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