In My Darkest Hour
Days go by
Without a word
Cool whispers of the wind
Grace upon bloodshed skin
A dark lonely tower
A soul sent to die
One swing of deaths black sword
A blow such can not tend
A price for an immortal sin
I will not cower
Nothing to hold his lie
One to call the lord
One last prayer to send
This devil shall not win
Not even with all of his power
There is no reason as to why
The belly of the beast hath roared
One last favor to lend
Hiding within the beasts den
In my darkest hour
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