Condemned to eternal darkness by a twist of fate
He laid there with his soul in a shattered state
Oblivious to his fate decreed by heavens
He dragged out his sorry existence
All he needed was to hear those warming words
Words that were simple but which would set him free
Alas all he got were swords in his heart's burning chords
Thus he howls his tales of agony since
Tales that make the demons wince..
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