The lion's roar and the thunder crashes
as he looks at me-I turn to ashes,
why he killed me with his eyes,
why he wanted me to die?!
I live no more,
my faith runs low,
my eyes are red,
my thoughts are dead.
And this I read to myself asleep,
asleep in his dream filled with death,
and horror-I ask,
no more to see this light-that killed me that night.
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