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Death, the birthmark of the chosen one

Imminent, soon to be actualized

A formality of an initiation

Of an indispensable vocation

I'm between two flames

One to burn, one to illuminate

Resisting this divine election

Would only lead to suffering

By my will

I choose death

The black shadow

Comes into me

I look into the eyes of pure fear

Only to see my reflection

9000 sons of pestilence

Eating me alive

Tearing me up with voracious greed

Until the core is revealed

Thrice I'm skeletonized

Reincorporealized

As the cosmic smith reforges me

Bones reinforced with iron

Sealing my bond between the worlds

By my will

I choose death

The black shadow

Comes into me

I look into the eyes of pure fear

Only to see my reflection

Standing in suspension

On a bridge between the worlds

The shades are crying for me to return

Those are the ghosts that should be forgotten