I'd conquered death twice with the blood of the lamb, Death came again with spikes and a softy guise, She fleshed up her bony tail with her stinging balm, I looked at her eyes and I said name your price; "What's your favourite meal aside blood and bone?", My blood is bitter and can't be spilled even for a pint, "Then what's your cherished Jewellery aside skulls and thrones?" So go away, I am a body of light; I have no grave, my place is among the people of scented lips, Dig not the hole that goes six feet into the land of the hades, I won't sleep there, I won't step there, I won't dwell among it's keep; My clansmen please don't go to an empty grave, Am not there, I've said this... I won't be in the shadow of casted beings of death for thousan...
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