.Blood runs free, down the river>
I'm the weeper, the life bereaver>
I cross the Styx, with coins... Onyx
Without the trumpets and horns and pyres
(The) final curtain, death is certain
Harpies sing, my soul is hurting
Razors, rope, mountains of dope
Does it matter, ther.
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