Mourir - text

I walk through the alley
Making my way through the night
A dark shattered figure
Cries from the loss of the fight

He's screaming for mercy
But I just pretend to be deaf
His blood flows on past me
I know he's near to his death


Standing behind me,
A dark figure waiting to kill
He moves in closer
My blood, he's waiting to spill
My heart beat grows faster
His axe gripped hand moves to the sky
My life is before me
I cry "Lord don't want to die"


But his blood lust grows stronger
As he swings with full force
His arms met half way
Then shows a look of remorse.

I take the axe from him
Then we meet eye to eye
With a crack on his skull
It looks like he's the one to die,
To die


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