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Damn,

My skin is turning old

It’s hard to behold

The decadence of my gold

I’ve Spent

My whole life in my tower

Gathering all my powers

Now by time I’m devoured

Dust

Lust

Must

I’ve bound my soul to my phylactery

Oh my skull face, oh my rib cage

My grimy skin falls in dust

As I sacrifice my body

In exchange of eternity

Shit

My left arm is necrotic

The family ruby amulet

Will be the right answer

A trap

For my soul is the jewel

disrobe me, now I’m not human

But a fanatic, so bony and cruel

I am the manifestation of the inevitable death of all things

I’m the deceiver of life, the thief of time

I have escaped the silence of the grave, here is my kingdom, in this cathedral of bones.