Hell's Hot Breath Upon thy Lips
I feel the force of hellthe breath of deaths smell
the hot fire burns within my soul
and I feel deaths bitter cold
Hells hot breath upon thy lips
a sweet scent of death
with passions fiery kiss
a grim innocence filled bliss
A warlock of spells
a soul of graves that fell
inside this fiery cell
of a dark dimented hell
the wrath of hell's flames
the souls which eat of pain
the demons that cry my name
hells hot breath becomes my grave
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