Cold Fingers
Surrounded by the darknessFear and woe fill you up
There is nothing for you here
Save for the impending misery
Can you feel the breeze
Singing of your coming death?
You know you cannot last
Despite how you struggle
Oh, pathetic creature of sun
You are blinded in my fury
In this temple to the shadow
Reeking of corpse's flesh
Succumb to me and my might
The night comes like a shroud
Into shadow you will fall
Dragged down into black
A million demons caress
And tear at your body
You will be hollow, empty
Nothing but purest evil
Laugh at the suffering
Smile at the infinite pain
In blackened madness you dwell
You are mine and I am yours
The hands of man are weak
You are a shade without pain
Another set of cold fingers
To drag more to the grave
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