I often sat down at the table, ready to devour
Hundreds of years old, stale blood, but hungry
my teeth were sharpened for this daily exploit
all I ate, two villages, twelve farms, all inhabitants
and I was revered, the "Countess" reigned
even Death succumbed to my power
the Divine One didn't die, I shrivelled into a voice
But why does this voice wail?
I never wailed while I was a body, never once
as a body I gobbled flesh, blood and even bricks
now I, being my voice, is sorrowful, so very unhappy
why does this voice that's me pierce my heart?
I'm warring myself and I cry, but no one listens
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-21 12:13:17
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