Alas stranger how deep have you fallen
Stolen from the real world
You find yourself drawn into the other realm
Roaming about with no where to turn
Alas stranger
The time has stopped ticking on you
Your soul has signalled the end of time .
How brutal has the poison called death eaten you up.
Living your hopes and dreams in shambles.
With no hope of recarniation.
Alas stranger
The poison called death has taken you away
Shutting you out from the beautiful things you wish for.
Oh stranger I wish I could rewrite the time and bring you back .
But it's too late as time has passed by
The poison called death seems to have won the day.
Living us in a deep sense of grief that steals our smile away .
But in the afterlife we will see you again
And the poison called death won't have a grip on your sweet soul...
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