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I am the dust of desert dunes and the chilly wind of death |
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I am the waves on the oceans of blood, and the knives and swords to shred the just |
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I am the time, the withering and the withered, as well as the thorns, burning and sharp |
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I am the rain of lust that wets the chaste, and the torch that ends your life |
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I am the one whose name still the hearts and the silence their breaths |
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I am the one who speaks your name, weakens your fall into my cold arms |
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Just waiting for that kiss of my scythe |
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"Both fool and the wise, |
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one thing is certain - that life flies |
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one thing is certain and the rest flies |
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the flower that once has blown forever dies" |
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I stand above you whispering low |
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you know not what into your ear |
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of my strange language you all know |
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as there is not a word of fear |
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Azrael |