Death lay awake on a cold steel table
Blood from the veins in a vile on the counter
Nothing so glorious like portrayed for the heroes
Death, like a brute, steels away color
Pale and stiff, not like before
Death lies cold in the middle of the floor
Undisturbed bodies leave carbon copies
Etched in the mind of the love
Where is the sting if the soul is gone
Not for that one, that soul, it's gone
Where is the victory
There is no victory
Yet to bury the one whom you love
Leaves a mark on your soul, taints your memory
In shades of blue and red
Pale blue and crimson red
Death lay awake on a cold steel table
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