Launchorasince 2014
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Ransom from the grave

Try to run as fast as you can!

The scythe is too long to dodge

Like a heart attack it will betray you quietly

Without noticing your head is not over your shoulder

Your neck is sliced in half...


Try to cut corners to prevent your head from rolling on the floor

The demon is smiling sweetly in your face

Chilling presence of reaper is now on your back

Stand firm! Grip your sword!

Forget about grace! Swing and wield it!

Thrust it forward and backward!

Careful! you might point it on your self


Fight back! there is no pleasure in death

Crawl and catch your breath

Your dry throat is ready to roar

Move forward without looking back...

The hallow darkness is behind your back


Utter a prayer and call upon your God...

Never let the wolves lick thy blood

The smoke built in your lungs

Spark a raging fire to survive

Clap your hands, recall your song

A dove might dance in the sky

The love to live, cause the grave to be covered by dust...


The latter rain had made the heaven cry

The beast had revive the breast of the field

Do not chase the air with clipped wings

For the ransom had numbered the sand

The full moon is hidden behind the clouds

For now the reaper is not kissing your back

Your prayer had redeem you from the grave...