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Blue Funeral
Hands stretched, claws that rip the skies
Mistrust the color of my eyes
In the yellow paper dancing in the darkness
Blooms a curse (sign) of a flower the shade of blood
The voice that grieves is a beast's cry
The hands that clings gives a wound
Your eyes are full of fear
But also strangely beautiful
Before long, the world covered in fog also
will have one vivid color
Those breaths you release
are a light trap that lures towards Hell
Howl, turn your back on the Heavens and dance
Groaning, body swaying, in the hour of carnage
With glittering blue eyes, I prey on you
I paint your flower with red in the sky
The darkness hides us
Your voice won't be heard anymore
Your throat of milky skin
I pierced with my fangs as if planting a kiss
What I drink is a sweet nectar
The voice that gasps, the finest sound
Your eyes lose their color
The color of death dwells in them, like in mine
Momentarily I'm back to my senses and look
My hands are wet with your spilled blood
The last words you utter
Thrust down me into an eternal Hell
Shout to the Heavens, until my body withers away
The hands I dirtied, turning my back on the Gods
Trembling, seeking an answer in an abyss of darkness
The path of the beast lures me deeper
Shout, birds telling of the morning
Coloring a demise, the song of my last moments
Bathed in light, eyelids closed
The light of the morning that burns everything away