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Undertaker S Daughter
The magnificent visage of the moon shines on Even if it is almost dawn The music is playing with melancholic tone fallowing mc’s baton Its late everyone wishes to go home not aware what they would spawn The music is short and carless the air is muggy and it’s dark Only loyal trees whisper in the park The undertakers make a final ark On the coffin there is no flag even if there should be two or any other mark Next day undertakers’ daughter puts fresh flowers on the grave They smell nice like oceans wave There is no prayer for that soul would save On the tombstone no engrave But in the pupils of undertaker’s daughter so deep grave could fit in those There are tears as on the grave she puts blood red rose As she does that cold wind blows Smelling like raging sea full of billows Undertaker’s daughter don’t you dare weep for me Only my mother and moon can do it you see How dare you think you can control my destiny? How dare you say deformed when addressing me? Don’t bother me and take your flowers back they are a wreck Or dead or not I’ll snap your neck I don’t want you my grave to check My soul is to make my own and per maximum trek You have noting on my soul And your paradox will not stop it from ascending to greatest hall I will not be stopped by grave wall You can fade away like mere autumn leaf that is about to fall
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