Around, all around
The storm clouds gather
My dread grows and grows
As the Dark One's touch falls against my naked soul
It slays me, and darkly my blood drips
To the bitter cold, un-caring tombstones
In numbness I cry out
While Death's shadow follows
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon darkened eyes.
This is now My Doom.
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