The bleeding of a black heartLittle worms, maggot they are, crawling in my blackened heart, they never lay farThe bleeding of a black heart
From the flesh-eating of my rotting heart that was so easily corrupted and so painfully torn apart.
The fold of the dark arts, so seduced me with it's power, taking me deep within, taking my foes to their final hour.
Those worms, the wiggle and bite, those maggots, they consume what isn't right.
Maggots, they torment me eating away my soul, chewing on my lost humanity, leaving a dark, empty hole.
Following the
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