Dark Betrayal twisted twisted
Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as the headsman's axe falls against my neck.
It crushes me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the dead grass.
In agony I dance
while death follows.
Now alone, my love falls upon bleeding eyes.
This is your love heart
theres gonna be a lot more where that came from
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