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A Beautiful Demise

What would I give, to finally see. The eyes that could drop, a every man to his knees?
A lover's imitation, trapped within temptation.

Her irises, like pools of red, but what you don't know, is that you'll soon be dead.
Her thirst for blood, a ravenous hunger. Your life will be hers if you live among her.
Her skin, winter and flesh. She is starting to get thirsty, for blood that is fresh.
It's hard to resist her, this I know.
For I am one of her servants, my soul is full of woe.
The undead slaves that she forever holds bound, until she, Queen of the Dead, is finally crowned.
Her armies she will unleash, the death toll, will not cease, until the world stops turning around.
A lover's imitation, trapped within temptation, til she rules every nation.

My death is approaching, I am locked in her gaze, and disgusted by her ways.
I won't be the one, who falls for her lies.
I'll be the one, who doesn't fall on my knees, and let myself die....
A lover's imitation, trapped within temptation, til she rules every nation,
The Darkside of Creation.