| I walk among the creeping hours
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| Towards the cemetery gate
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| Where death rattles purr
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| From ulcerous mouths agape
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| Past pits of tangled limbs
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| Fingers pointing to godless skies
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| Tumbrils of still expressions
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| And faceless grinning skulls
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| Ay soul is cleaned of joy
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| By the reaping hook of hell
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| I am lost in lamenting fog
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| That none can dispel
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| In melting murmurs of my regrets
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| I fade into the un-pierced shade
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| To fold my palms across my chest
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| And lowered into the yawning grave
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| I have become darkness profound
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| Laid to rest in shallow grave
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| My redundant flesh obscure and foul
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| The lid unmoved with coffin nail
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| I watch my corpse yonder blazing
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| Livid flame and sparkles dire
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| Bitter ash of cremated remains
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| My soul a doleful shade afire
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| I pray for suicide
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| To never wake from my bed
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| But how can I die
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| When I am already dead
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| Bring out your dead withered skin
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| Bring out your dead languid limbs
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| Bring out your dead withered skin
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| Bring out your dead withered limbs
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| Under hell’s burning rafters
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| And solemn brimstone pyres
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| Passed dark Satanic mills
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| Of the infernal funeral firestone
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| To wander the hills of Hades
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| And the grim embrace of day
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| My spirit formless and cold
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| To drown in gluttonous decay
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| I see silhouettes of laughter
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| On fiery mound of hollow repine
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| Where hueless wraiths casts spells
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| Of Orphean sorrow unfeigned
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| (Narration)
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| My guts spilled forth like eels
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| Slithering from a ruptured sack, this
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| Loathsome plague has come with the
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| Chilling gripe of sorrow to drag me
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| Into the dreadful din of sulphurous
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| Torment and here I shall remain
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| Until the hour glass of time cracks
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| I am the unveiled stillness of
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| Mouldering bones, the bloodless
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| Lustrous gloom where no flesh walks
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| I am the wisp of foul shade
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| Which the foul grave exhales from the
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| Inwoven darkness
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| What have I become! |
| why do I
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| Wander beyond death? |
| Only the
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| Wreath on my grave marks my life
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| Once lived
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| Doleful knell of dewy twilight
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| Casting chimes into infernal tomb
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| Where echoes of wrought dread
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| Assail the vaulted gloom
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| From dreary pits of dreamless sleep
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| To the uncharted Stygian shores
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| I wear the skin of the dying
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| Enwreathed with ulcerous sores
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| I gaze into the swooning deep
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| And fathomless waters of dis
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| This friendless dolorous solitude
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| Of thronging foul abyss
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| I see silhouettes of laughter
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| On fiery mound of hollow repine
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| Where hueless wraiths casts spells
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| Of Orphean sorrow unfeigned
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| Under hell’s burning rafters
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| And solemn brimstone pyres
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| Passed dark Satanic mills
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| Of the infernal funeral firestone
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| To wander the hills of Hades
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| And the grim embrace of day
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| My spirit formless and cold
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| To drown in gluttonous decay
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| I ride the riven wave of evermore
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| Through frowning austere chasms
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| Astride dread phantoms pale
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| And mute enwinged phantasms
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| I pray for suicide
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| To never wake from my bed
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| But how can I die
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| When I am already dead
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| Kill me twice again
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| Bury me alive in earthen grave
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| Burn my flesh to floating ash
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| And watch my remains fly away
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| Kill me thrice
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| Drown me in tomb girdled ground
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| Silence my assiduous wails
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| So that I no more make make
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| A sound
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| Bring out your dead
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| Bring out your dead
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| Bring out your dead
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| Bring out your dead
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| Bring out your dead
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| Bring out your dead |