Angel of Death - Contest
The lighting, it was over-bright,
When Death's Angel came to our door.
Drifting, like a kite without sight,
The lighting, it was over-bright.
A most terrifying twelfth night;
Breaking, like the waves to the shore.
The lighting, it was over-bright
When Death's Angel came to our door.
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