There is a priest
Who's cloak is black
Filled with hate
Fighting fate
His soul is dark
Though his image torn
A world of pain
No longer sane
There is a man
Who wears his mantle
He lost his past
It went so fast
Now time passes
So much lost
Life fades away
Into a shade of gray
There is a priest
His image dark
A wake of death
Spreads from his breath
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