The stagnant pool,
like a drowned coffin,
still as a deceased heart,
haunting the ghost of the noble crusader,
who recalls pellucid ice clutching the aching twigs,
never a drop to disturb stagnation
Oh they say I'll never win
You'll always get beat
And like a drop of blood from the Devil's tap
I'm dragging the crusader behind
Slips purposely down the black hole back to hell
Steps purposely down the black hole back to hell
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