The hour had struck to 6
A bark, a shiver, a smell of fire burning
It is the sign the omen of black shadow lurking
The dark cloudy mist unforeseen
The second had past the pain atlast surge beneath thy skin
The black shadow had plow
The harvest may begin
When pain has start it is a seed to plant for harvesting
When you know the time the hour had struck to 6
When brrowed now be returned
we bid farewell for our souls when come harvesting
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I come to thee so bid my soul goodbye
A bark, a shiver, a smell of fire burning
It is the sign the omen of black shadow lurking
The dark cloudy mist unforeseen
The second had past the pain atlast surge beneath thy skin
The black shadow had plow
The harvest may begin
When pain has start it is a seed to plant for harvesting
When you know the time the hour had struck to 6
When brrowed now be returned
we bid farewell for our souls when come harvesting
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I come to thee so bid my soul goodbye
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