Call of the Kind

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Come to me, little mortal

I can bring you to heaven's portal

There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain

Feelings of joy will fill your brain.

Come to me, sweet human thing

Give me your heart and I'll make it sing

Forget your fears, leave them behind

Forget the troubles of your kind.

Come to me... yes, that's right

Now hold still, it's no good to fight

I'll take your blood, and leave you dying

Didn't you realise I could be lying?

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