Let me take you down without a sound Dead before you hit the ground Blood washes my hand can't understand Sterilizing my pain Washed away with crimson tide By my hand I keep testing time Quench the fire that drives my soul Soothing me as death takes hold Peaceful and serene slowly bleeding Eyes once bright are now fading Pallid ashen face against my skin Staring blindly at some distant place Washed away by crimson tide By my hand I keep testing time Straight flesh lace adorns your neck Spilling your blood all over my flesh Quench the fire that drives my soul Soothing me as death takes hold Divine godsend enveloping me Spiritual ecstasy sets me free
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