Font near the ossuary, graves among the sanctity, in the reign of terror, where the fear became delight and joy to be free.
Sleep don't pay, flesh don't stay, nightmare dreams, evil screams; the priest rests, church don't breath, air is cold, Satan calls! Wind still cries, cobwebs fly, walls look black, trapdoor cracks; bell has rang, mass has begun, high shines bright Antichrist!
Font near the ossuary, hands are wandering awfully on this burial ground, reaping rotting skin, bowels and teeth.. to be sick!
Font near the ossuary, corpses rape the babies here, sacrifice their souls before great sacrilegious step in.. purity!
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