Morbid
Location
TQ1 1LR
United States
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Death, the new Black, is knocking at my door
The cries of the doomed calling from the dark
They send me their curse and shout from the floor
Death brings sickness tot eh good and the kind
He casts his spells calling upon demons
They, infest, oppress, and possed the blind
Their passion for evil is strange but strong
They long for the feeling to live again
For that, they must take the souls of the wrong
Death is bad but he is good
For he does his job with an iron fist
He steals and casts away the hood
But never does he smile for he cannot be blissed