Shadow.
Must die to be free.
The tiny tomb’s prepared.
The silent stone declares.
The child must die.
And leave it on my grave to dry.
So let us mourn.
Sleeps the newborn.
Now placed upon thy brow.
A twisted cross 'neath which burden we all must bow.
The hearse.
Is only meant for you.
You’re going to.
The child must burn.
It must return.
The child must die.
Strangle the I.
The child must die.
Mad burn the fires.
So dies the child.
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