Death descending
In silver screams
They hide under a shield
made of clear glass
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They tower high over hills
(The Valley streched)?
No Ropes
No Nooses
The guillotine begins its fall
No skulls
No corpses
The name in blood of conquered souls
Bow down to your
liquid form
Don't be decieved
Devour lights
-
The sharks that cirlce here
Have tamed their kill
No Ropes
No Nooses
The guillotine begins its fall
No skulls
No corpses
The name in blood of conquered souls
Swallowing light
Glorious day
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With such a sound
the death of (stars?)
They rise and take you
Like ghostships always do
