Blood Night Goodness dies, darkness lies, Blood runs all around. Death rides high, passes by, No escape, youre found. Look at you, now youre through Youre the chosen one. Try to flee, you cant from me, In this life, youre done. Here to reap, your soul to keep, Pleasure in pain youll agree. A corpse less shell, sent straight to hell, To burn an eternity. By Nike
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