Call Of Death


Cross the veil where destiny lies,In shadows deep, where darkness thrives.Embrace the Reaper's icy touch,As life's fragile thread he shall clutch.Through the realm where souls do roam,One's fate is sealed, their future known.In the realm of shadows, they shall dwell,Where eternity's whispers cast their spell.

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