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Lord of Death

Crawling in my dream
through my blood stream

 Fear is my protective wall
That's what I am left with all

 You might be the Lord of Death,
but you can't take away my breath

 I walk on the unknown path
I walk with a heavy heart

 I know there's a hundred mile
But still I stand high with a mocking smile..
Location: India

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