The death is walking between us, he walks around like he
ones this place, he smiles to people, giving them hope and
psitive thought.... and then terring their souls appart from
their bodies, keeping them helpless and powerless, another
mark- spot- signature, that he was there, that he striked
again.... he's laugh steel steel growling in my head,
forsing me to lay down and cry into the cruil dark night,
that watching at me, steaking he'a cold arrow's in me,
pushing me over the cliff, into the great lake of sorrows,
when you feel like no one is there for you... and then, you
hear, above all, the final voice, the othentic horror, the
sound of her, the women you wanted, loved, and dyed for...
coming in the way you went... in the way... to the darkness