If you are a friend of death,
What is there to fear, Betrail?
Death betrays no one.
Take my hand, and trust is all that is requested.
Be like a child at a parent's request.
And I will deliver you home.
Without the garments of lies
Without the falsehoods of forsaken promises,
I will return you to the beginning of time
And turn the sand glass upside down,
Turning your frowns into an eternal smile.
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