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In the darkest nights beyond the clouds of thunder,
I know the moon is shining still,
Somewhere far, yet still. It dwells and glitters yonder,
Darkest nights our sun can't kill.

I'm an angel of death who glistens moonlight on thee,
I'm the moon you can not see.
Cunning foxtrot I dance to sceletonic cornet,
I'm the odds you want to bet.

I offer sweets and peace and youthful carrousels,
On order of His bells I sing His final spells,
I'm only an angel of death not death himself,
I do not kill but guide you to the nine of hells.

And take you not my sweets and peace,
You'll ride the carrousel with me,
For what He wants I can't release,
He wants you dead then dead you'll be!

Clear your throat before you cough,
Or better yet; clear your heart.
Words are last the ones I hear,
Now pay your debt, we depart!

Foxtrot, tango, quick quick slow,
Those are dance that I know,
Violins, cornets and bass
Play the jazz and blues for us,
Cry or smile or sleep or fuss,
Doesn't matter I'm the star!
We are dancing in my show!
Coming hell to you we are!
Step and turn we spin and walk,
Gancho, kick and dirty talk,
We spin, we're flying, gliding through,
And boom! The gates of hell! 
Your dead and I'm to dance anew.

Remember! Moon is shining still,
I'm dances, jazz without my will,
Simply your final breath,
I'm an angel of death!

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