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• Artiste: Minerva
• Titre: The Elegy of a Dead Horse
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Awakened by a cool breeze, and a scream in the distance The smell of death seemed to lure me here The moonlight casts a faint glow upon her pallid flesh I almost overlook the blood pouring from her hair There she lies in the withering grass as the worms pick away at her decadent skin The eyes of a pale horse still burn in my mind Pleading for me to return its poor life Poor pitiful me, I loved her so much But some things are better left to rot and die I run my fingers along her skin, hoping to feel her heart again I never cared much for you but you saved me from loneliness And without you I'll be consumed by this growing hole in my chest I lay with the dead because all I have left is the warmth of a life that once was And as disgusting as it may seem, it's the only love I've ever known The eyes of a pale horse still burn in my mind Pleading for me to return its poor life Poor pitiful me, I loved her so much But some things are better left to rot and die And now she's rotting in my arms I hold her close as she falls apart It's so hard to leave her, and so hard to forget But I know in the end, I'm just beating a dead horse As she died, so did my purpose Now I am, just a man, waiting for...