To Serve You
(Charon)
For the love of the dark
her body will burn
For the lust she obey
A frost in the heart she'll serve
Feel the cold atmosphere...
she was taken away
With no one to grief
one rose in her cheek
as crow had croak.
Stream flows inside
with full of gain
Repeating grief
ascending the throne... (to serve You)
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