DeathStrike

Dying Life, Living Dead

 

Alive to do die again
All life will only end
Always rotting turns to bone
The Grave is what we call home

Dark and empty Holes
No life or any Soul
Black heart hollow
No love follows

The Dead walk the Earth

Flesh to bones rotten
Memories forgotten
Mercy Never Given
Scythe hits the unforgiven

Eternity of hate
No peace, it's too late
All life went, Darkness Stayed
The rest will only fade

The living dies underground

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