To what do I owe the pleasure
Always running to your treasure
I feel like I'm about to burst
Trying to quench your endless thirst
I see your begging me to stay
But I don't see another way
This thing of ours has got to end
But neither of us want to bend
I will crush your head like a snake
And put through your cold heart this stake
To no end will I stop this fight
Till I am consumed by Light
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