The Island

In the island of lost soul softly,
A bell tolls.
It tells a story of life,
And of a hero who died by a knife.
It’s the bell that pours down rain,
It's the bell that ends mortal pain.
The bell now decides your fate,
You can try to escape but it's too late.
You've lived a life of sin,
Even turned your back on your own kin.
Run, run, as fast as you can,
But no one can help you, be them beast or man.
For as someone once said:
"I can't save you if you're dead."





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