Death is Everywhere
I can smell it in the air. I can feel it in my bones
There’s death everywhere, it’s sitting on the thrones
It’s watching, it’s waiting for you to come near
It’s sniffing, it’s smelling, it’s digging out your fear
Death is leading its battle, its victory is at hand
We fight for hope, we fight for life on our final stand
We scream our battle cry, death comes fleeting in
Reminding us all of our suffering and sin
We see our lives pass in a minute, then all is black
And now there is no turning back!
For all that’s left of us is gone
As the morning comes to dawn
It shines on blood, it shines on bones, it shines on the last of life
The ground littered with blood and heat, with bow and knife
Now up from the shadows comes the shadow king
The life to Death itself, and death he does bring
Death to innocent and to poor
Death is right outside your door
Evil is an understatement, yes it is much worse
For it is Death for the whole entire Universe
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