Sometimes when there is no sun rays
The spirits still pray
And the soul of the mortals is what they slay.
In a weird churlish smile they say,
"Go away the dawn while we still want to pray"
The dawn fears to come,
To wash away the carcass with its shimmering rays.
And the smell of the rotten flesh fills the air
The blood stains marks the path toward the devils lair...
The only three mortals left in this world,
Tread along the path still soaked in blood.
They know that their end is coming so near
But they walk with their hearts beating without fear.
With a grin in their face they walk along,
As the death stands in their way singing this song.
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