The angel of death has called me,
and yet, here I stand.
The escort of wraiths,
Death waits my consent.
The angel of death,
Thanotos,
constantly at my side.
With open arms he calls me,
but yet...
Heed my call he warns me,
give your soul a rest
On and on he courts me,
asks me,
for my hand in death.
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