Bloodlust: Angel of Death

Swiftly, I run down the street

To the place where we will meet

And in that room, awaits me there

A lady in scarlet, with pitch black hair

An angel of darkeness, that's what I see

The melody of death plays next to me

That simple tune, that now ends life

Carries a blade sharp as a knife

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