The Clock Stuck Midnight,
The Room Fills With Light,
From The Angel OF Death,
TO Pick His Soul Left,
So Dark But Light,
She Holds The Soul Tight,
Her Wings Full Of beauty And Pain,
Filled With Many Blood Stains,
She Flies Swiftly Away,
The Body Stays,
In The Darkend Corner,
He Was Such A Loner,
The Clock Struck Midnight,
Today He Lost His Fight
 
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