Death Gift

She Stands By The Edge,
Her White Skin Glistening In Light,
Her Hair Blows In The Wind,
Suddenly It Turns Night

Blood Starts Seeping,
Through Her Delicate Lace Dress,
Her Heart Disintegrates,
As Sins Start to Confess

What A Beautiful Girl She Was,
She Had Now Askew To Evil,
Within Lost Her Purity,
Her Being Was Upheaval

Shone Light From Beneath,
Blazing Hell Was Brewing,
Ominous Noises Came From Below,
A Voice That Was Pursing

Free Soul She Was,
Now She Couldnt Contend,
For She Was A Slave,
Her Freedom Had Descend

Chained To The Wall,
Never To Be Let Go,
For SHe Was In Hell,
Death Was Her Bestow