BLACK WIND

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Black wind in the dead of night
A black decay in your jaded mind
You balance endlessly on the edge of sleep
The absence of its time you cease to keep
You rest the the majick in your bones
A pale skeleton you regret to own
Someday the moon will take your soul
But your far too young
But still your body will mold
In the bed that you lie
Until you grow old
God promised you would die
Until your kingdom come
A castle that awaits amongst the black wind
in the dead of night
I will hold your corpes forever darling
Till morning light
Eternity really is forever
Eternity really never dies
Eternity lives forever in your eyes

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