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Death's Insignia
“Through me you enter into the city of woes, Through me you enter into eternal pain, Through me you enter the population of loss.” - Dante
Come! Bow down your heads before the master, Bare your heart to me,
Let the tears flow from the crevice,
Feed my wanting soul.
Flock to me, orchestra,
Cacophony of screams, a sweet melody, My blade dictating your lovely notes. Chilled is the touch of your spine.
Beautiful mistress spread your arms, Welcome your spiteful children.
Home we are bound, across my fiery hearth. Pain is only eternal, and eternally, I am death!