A figure lurks the graveyard
Covered by the shelter of darkness
You cannot see him but you feel him
Stalking around your worst nightmare
Crushing tombs
Smelling the dirt
In search for his fodder
Scraps of your departed ones
Limbs, putrefying
Infested and decaying, memories
Digging in, in total lunacy
The urge to defile your corpse
Bones and putrid skin, digested
Ripping out heads, devouring guts
Vomiting your own rotten remains
Sucking on some maggot-ridden cunts
Your complete existence is now profaned
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