Living Death
Rise from your living grave, you are not among the dead I summon you to walk again From the frozen depths you came to me my gentle whisper brought you forth I wipe the frost from your brow My warm hands bring color to your face Your eyes are frozen, but fixed on me A kiss cracks them freeing diamonds inside Omnious tears roll down cheeks of rose I inhale your first cold breath the last of living death
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