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Part II: Metamorphosis
by Phasma
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The earth stood still
And its eyes were laid upon me
The earth stood still
And its eyes were laid upon me
Its motions mimicked mine
Its presence sheer terror
Activated a primal fear in my mind
There is no extension to this room
It's only a looking glass
My body slumps to the ground
The fireplace adds no warmth to my features
Ghoulish skin peels and slips from the bone
And underneath the veneer, glimpses of blackened thread
Poking through, piercing flesh
The unmistakable form of the reaper
And underneath the veneer, glimpses of blackened thread
Poking through, piercing flesh
In the black pits of where my eyes once were
My piercing gaze catches the faintest glimmer of ice
The unmistakable form of the reaper
No mercy shown on this wretched creature
Translucent skin falls on my ribs
I cannot remember my own face
Panic sets in I rip and shed the skin
Flowing robes spill from underneath
Enveloping my anatomy
Serpents uncoil
Beneath the sleeves
Finding their home in my hands
Rigor mortis setting in
Molding themselves into the epochal scythe
That has guided souls for millennia
I don't remember my own face anymore
But all of humanity knows this specter
Memories reached out and snag my robes
The scythe swing, swings low
I ride now with the mocking and friendly ghouls of the night
Wind and play by day amongst the catacombs
The scythe swing, swings low
The earth stood still
And its eyes were laid upon me
The earth stood still
And its eyes were laid upon me
Its motions mimicked mine
Its presence sheer terror
Activated a primal fear in my mind
There is no extension to this room
It's only a looking glass
My body slumps to the ground
The fireplace adds no warmth to my features
Ghoulish skin peels and slips from the bone
And underneath the veneer, glimpses of blackened thread
Poking through, piercing flesh
The unmistakable form of the reaper
And underneath the veneer, glimpses of blackened thread
Poking through, piercing flesh
In the black pits of where my eyes once were
My piercing gaze catches the faintest glimmer of ice
The unmistakable form of the reaper
No mercy shown on this wretched creature
Translucent skin falls on my ribs
I cannot remember my own face
Panic sets in I rip and shed the skin
Flowing robes spill from underneath
Enveloping my anatomy
Serpents uncoil
Beneath the sleeves
Finding their home in my hands
Rigor mortis setting in
Molding themselves into the epochal scythe
That has guided souls for millennia
I don't remember my own face anymore
But all of humanity knows this specter
Memories reached out and snag my robes
The scythe swing, swings low
I ride now with the mocking and friendly ghouls of the night
Wind and play by day amongst the catacombs
The scythe swing, swings low
