Howling from the tombs of the battered and deceased
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The spouses of the arcane celebrant
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Their graves undisturbed in the desert they are made
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From bones of 30 starving slaves
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Shades in the cursed sepulchre
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The weeping and cleansing of the damned
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The efficient craftwork, siphoning blood
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Barrels filled, left to rot
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Behind the stagnant skin only bones fill the corpse
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The hair on their heads are tracky threads
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Failing to emerge, they feed upon themselves
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Just to tame the hunger deep inside
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Shades in the cursed sepulchre
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The weeping and cleansing of the damned
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Peeling off the wood from the inside
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Of a decomposed coffin
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A glance at the world
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Through a gap in the grave
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Howling from the tombs of the battered and deceased
|
The spouses of the arcane celebrant
|
Their graves undisturbed in the desert they are made
|
From bones of 30 starving slaves
|
Shades in the cursed sepulchre
|
The weeping and cleansing of the damned
|
The efficient craftwork, siphoning blood
|
Barrels filled, left to rot
|
Peeling off the wood from the inside |
Of a decomposed coffin
|
A glance at the world
|
Through a gap in the grave
|
Howling from the tombs of the battered and deceased
|
The spouses of the arcane celebrant
|
Their graves undisturbed in the desert they are made
|
From bones of 30 starving slaves
|
Shades in the cursed sepulchre
|
The weeping and cleansing of the damned
|
The efficient craftwork, siphoning blood
|
Barrels filled, left to rot |