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Paint it Black


Your body made of flesh and blood is still.

Now you sleep and rest from us until

Time goes by and wipes the past away,

Iíll paint it black and fight another day.


On his guard the dśmon goes to ground,

My rage at such a loss it knows no bounds.

Time struck the blow but all the guilt is mine,

Iíll paint it black and then the sun will shine.


The dying of my love I cannot bare,

My soul is torn apart and now despairs.

To get you back iíll beg on bended knee

And paint it black so life returns to thee.


But fate is fickle and deplores devotion

Iíll take my life and halt its plan in motion.