The invincible king,
So ruthless he was,
My heart and breath he stole.
Whenever he came to play his game,
A shiver went down my spine,
For that was a sign,
That death is going to dine on my breath.
You are snatched away into an unknown land,
Where a hundred souls rest
Whether we call it heaven or hell,
We all hope to rest under an eternally peaceful spell.
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