He sits by the world
So alone,
So cold
Waiting with his Sycth
For the death of a few poor souls
So he can once again
Find happiness,
Pleasure,
Friendship of the lost but
Not forgoten
Once he steals them away
They are once again
Gone
And he is left
So alone,
So cold
So alone,
So cold
Waiting with his Sycth
For the death of a few poor souls
So he can once again
Find happiness,
Pleasure,
Friendship of the lost but
Not forgoten
Once he steals them away
They are once again
Gone
And he is left
So alone,
So cold
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