Some where in the dark quiet
Where my weakness lies
The gilded red satin flows
And a tarnished steel blade rests
A silver coin for the boatman
On a wooden raft I go across
Swiftly through an endless black sea
Embraced by the God of Death
Welcomed to His hallowed halls
A lost girl, I am no longer
For I have found my home
Some where in the dark quiet
Where my weakness lies
The gilded red satin flows
And a tarnished steel blade rests
A silver coin for the boatman
On a wooden raft I go across
Swiftly through an endless black sea
Embraced by the God of Death
Welcomed to His hallowed halls
A lost girl, I am no longer
For I have found my home
Some where in the dark quiet
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