Beneath a shawl of midnight silence
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A howling blackness
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Where all is remade in necromorphosis
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Asleep in human remains
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Worn from the stones
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Elegiac words
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Recounting hopes
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And forgotten lives
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For beneath them lies
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The dust of humans
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The dust of dreams
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The dust...
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A coach drawn by the blackest steeds
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As befits those who've passed from life
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Will bring you to where swarm the specters
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Of man's best-loved funerals
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The laws of flesh are here repealed
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Vigor mortis is now on the way
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So count the black beads of your sorrow
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While you stammer your frightened prayers
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Readjust your vision, see the warp in the shadows...
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There's something wrong with the dark
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Something that thrives on wretchedness and sorrow
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And makes the darkness crawl
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Rain-swelled clouds
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Blot out the sun
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Damned nor'easter
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Chilling the dark
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Branches, sticks
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Thistles, thorns
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Feathers, fur
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Mud and bones...
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Dying ground
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A lifeless thing of earthen heath
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Seeing soil from beneath
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Knows the need to summon flesh
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To its maw
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Cold blue lips frame (a) yard-wide grin
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That calls to flesh, to let it in
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And thus indulge its yearning
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Come the unDawn
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Roam the endless cemetery of what once was
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(where) the Allfeeling is never truly gone
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Endless Cemetary
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Cryptopsy |