I shouted for joy
in my heart your mine, deep within the
mantle of the plain of death, and
every edge slumber the voice
of love tangle in your chamber; please
lead me your way
show me every feet
of the hell and mountain
and conquer my breath as you imprison
me in your dream
for I will be your slaves in your heart
nothing comes first than wound in my
soul and your scars mark my victory of
my destiny, you're the lasting
pardon of my past as you give the
wisdom to cease my breath
cover me with your veil and I will
worship you as my Queen forever
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