Reaper's Lament

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In the light of the moon, on a night so fair
This young child it watches, a burden he does bare
With scythe in hand, and mask adhered
He forces himself, to forget all that is dear

Swinging his weapon, with a merciless force
He often asks himself, why do I walk this course?
So beautiful and elegant, he form of an angel
And yet he is aware, his soul shall go to Hell

Fighting under a holy name, he cuts down all who stand
In the high hopes of protecting those, whose lives are in his hand
And yet despite his wishes, he knows all too well
That he too shall soon succumb, to the contracts of Hell

He is a poor young boy, trapped in his own nightmare
Forever to walk the earth and fight, while he wallows in quiet despair
So graceful and elegant, yet with every breath
Lumaria Euronymous his name, steeps closer and closer to Death...

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