She walks in the night
With her black mantle
She looks for the open door
Someone is going to die
Priestess of the death
No more suffering
The hammer on the head
The soul flies away
Priestess of Death
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She walks in the night
With her black mantle
She looks for the open door
Someone is going to die
Priestess of the death
No more suffering
The hammer on the head
The soul flies away