Prototype: Death Machine

de The Browning

Soul drift through the void that's in my head
Come to grips with death and the end
Echoes of time, a fading sound
In the abyss, our souls unbound

In the darkness, we all ascend
A silent whisper, my only friend
Soul drift through the void that's in my head
Come to grips with death and the end

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