Deaths Fields

by Grayson   Apr 24, 2006


Your time has come my child,
To wander where the bodies are piled.
Take my hand and follow me there,
A place where gods eyes don't stare.
A place where light has no soul,
A place where life takes it's toll.
A place of flowing fear,
A place where happiness dies within a single tear.
In Deaths Fields.

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