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Undertakers lowering the coffin into the tomb.
Open grave emanating the reek of the after death.
A man joining his brothers and sisters,
thirteen corpses in that last house of pain.

Ropes abbandoning a newcomer in the arcane crypt
from an hole in the ground,
like into mother earth's womb.
The other relatives silently awaiting
for the newcomer to join them all in their tormented world.

Thirteen corpses
all nailed in their coffins
by men afraid of grim dead bodies coming back to life.
Over fifty feet under the ground they're resting
in a dark pit like hell they won't return.

Buried deep
in a bleak bottomless pit,
the last boundery of no return
thirteen candles burning in darkness
waiting for their blood
to join them in the underworld.

From an hole in the ground, like into mother earth's womb.
The other relatives silently awaiting..

Thirteen candles, thirteen corpses,
nailed in their coffins, burning in darkness.

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