The clock strikes twelve
Your fate is sealed
Your skulls on my shelves
The dark in my heart
revealed
The blade severs your vein
Blood spilled on the floor
I relish in your pain
Knock knock knockin on Hell's door
Skulls knocked from shoulders
Red stains on my skin
Bones rolling like boulders
Souls collected in a tin
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