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I am the Harbinger of Death
Take my hand

Alone in my head once more
Oh, how it can be a bore
I'm pondering what makes me dream
In shades so morose and so noir

I sit and I contemplate
The forces that control my fate
The plague of my mind festers
A thirst I cannot satiate

The need to feel whole once more
Quickly taints my weary form
Soon I will kill again
In death be restored

I am just a messenger,
The Harbinger of Death
I care not what you've done
I've come for your last breath

Come, take my hand
I will send you to the Gates
The reaper waits with bated breath
For you to meet your fate

Delusions of grandeur defend
My fragile sanity

I cannot deny
What I do defines a man of evil
But in my place
I must say you'd do the same

Or give in to the mental agony
The choice is easy
It's you or it's me

Savor every second
As I watch the life
Leave your eyes
This is goodbye

This is goodbye

My thirst has been quenched
Until the next time

One more life lost
To sustain my existence

I am just a messenger,
The Harbinger of Death
I care not what you've done
I've come for your last breath

Come, take my hand
I will send you to the Gates
The reaper waits with bated breath
For you to meet your fate

Come, take my hand
I will send you to the Gates
The reaper waits with bated breath
For you to meet your fate

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