Walk into the Dead Doll’s playground.
Bloody graveyard, bursting to flames
Assailed by cries of anguish
Look around you, twisted Holy walls
Hail a Saint Mary
Fill the air with music -dance upon each dead man’s grave
So hard, they shall hear it beneath the ground
The man in arms, buried deep in their blood-stained graves
Shall rise in the wake of the Dead Doll’s grace,
To dance aflame in death’s desire
Summon all the finds from hell, and smile
Just wash away the stains of blood -let go of this world
And let me tell you a little secret:
These darkened moments will never pass
For each night they grow in greater size,
As we water them with blood and tears.
So smile the Dead Doll’s porcelain smile,
And live for all that powers the Now.
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