Beneath the moon's eerie glow,
We march onward, towards the unknown.
Through the darkness, our path is clear,
To the abyss, where all fears disappear.
In the mist, destiny's tale is spun,
As whispers of fate haunt the eaves.

Through the silence, echoes of despair,
As we journey on, through the undertow.
In the distance, the end draws near,
As we march on, devoid of fear.
In the quiet, they find solace,
As we journey to where sorrows cease.

Marching to the death, in the blackened night,
Lost in the void, consumed by blight.
Marching to the death, beneath the starless sky,
Embracing the end, with a mournful cry.
Marching to our demise, in the void's embrace,
Lost in the darkness, consumed by disgrace.
Marching to our demise, beneath the cursed sky,
Embracing our end, with a wicked cry.

In the shadows' grasp, where nightmares breed,
We march onward, where the damned souls bleed.
Through the corridors of despair, our path unfolds,
To the abyssal depths, where darkness holds.
Through the veils of sorrow, where echoes scream,
As the whispers of torment shatter the dream.

Marching to the death, in the blackened night,
Lost in the void, consumed by blight.
Marching to the death, beneath the starless sky,
Embracing the end, with a mournful cry.
Marching to our demise, in the void's embrace,
Lost in the darkness, consumed by disgrace.
Marching to our demise, beneath the cursed sky,
Embracing our end, with a wicked cry.

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