Take a walk down murderess row,
Where bodies lie scattered amidst shriekings of the carrion crow.
Grass that once was green has turned to red,
And there's a blood scent on the air from the newly dead.
Bones lie in piles,
Stretching towards the sky as if by miles.
The Goddess of the dead,
Sits on her throne up ahead.
She smiles down at her decaying valley,
Where people met their demise down every alley.
She walks upon cobblestones of skulls,
Tossing rotten flesh to her gulls.
She looks down fondly on the world she's created,
Nothing about this land can be desecrated.
And so it is through this valley that I walk,
Giving victims to the Lady from those that I stalk.
Living in a world of my own,
Cast into the shadows to dwell alone.
 
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