Prologue

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When someone decides to be the Death,
Is when he chooses to take someone's last breath,

A legend, a myth or a folk tale
Even a simplest story will leave the face pale,

Plungering the knife of a victims heart
He who said it is where it all start,

The killer who seeks people with sin,
Lead everybody chilling through their skin,

A creepy dark silhouette lingering in the night
Will torture you, bleeding you white,

You can never run, from a chase,
Because he is, the No Mans Face.

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