I have been in the bowels of hell,
Witnessed the Devil’s breath,
And have seen the Grace of Angels,
Through the fog of despair,
I still have hope,
Through the light,
I can still feel the warmth of love,
But through it all, I hear the call of Death.
I have been in the bowels of hell,
Witnessed the Devil’s breath,
And have seen the Grace of Angels,
Through the fog of despair,
I still have hope,
Through the light,
I can still feel the warmth of love,
But through it all, I hear the call of Death.
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