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A teetering flare, for all that impairs, the judgment of the soul, and all you know, before and after, after and before, the mind is solid and the heart soft. tear your mortal coil and follow the blood stained robe of the underworlds gate keeper. his blade flies as if to find you, if your caught his chains will bind you, I am his eye, I am his blade, your soul is mine to invade, corruption is my game, and all you rest the blame, upon deaths icy fog, for I am TODESAUGE!