Deathly pale, ornately shown
Tattered flesh on broken bone
Set for a world so far away
You're destined to but fade away
Hear the cries of those who mourn
We all must die to be reborn
And look back upon what's left behind
What's good or bad, now state of mind
No-one can say where you shall roam
No earthly place to call your home
No more your shadow haunts the lands
No time is left upon your hands
No one denies that that's your lot
Not long before you're long forgot
No longer free to love or hate
You're deeds are done, now face your fate.
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