Daughter of Death

Pale morning on grey cemetary.
All corpses come out from their graves.
Grim Reaper in cup of black coffe.
I swallow his dark deadly taste.

Oh tell me my white-skin daughter...
How much do You love your dad?
Chose one who bothers our treasures
and give him for free some of death.

Remember my phantom sweetie
that since You were born in my world
I think that You are the most pretty...
My girl all so cruel and so cold.

Imprisoned in darkness forever
we fly on my black winged steed.
You cut their pathetic sick faces.
We both love to watch as they bleed.

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