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Closer and closer, from beyond cursed graves, the rotting and restless dead vibrate
Weaker the chains between life and death, as the tombstones fall and coffins arise

Giant pyres surounding the graveyard, flames lick the suffocating sky
So sinister, this most vibrant of eves
My awakening day, my dying night

I start to sink into the cursed soil
As if nothing existed beneath
And the dirt start to rise up above the stones
And the faces of death greets me

They rise from the graves wide open
From a restless dream they wake
Shattered and crumbled the stones lay broken
Now I commence my breathless sleep

Although the words are forgotten
My tounge do not seize to utter them
As I get closer to the gravemound
I behold the erected stone, with no name...
But a sign...
The sign of a man, cursed for all of time

And he burns! Forever cursed
His face is but an image of yem
And the dirt start to rise up above the stones
And the faces of death now I see

I rise from the grave sprung open
From a deadly trance I wake
Shattered and crumbled the stone lay broken
In the light of darkness now I see

Through the labyrinths of smoke and fire
I walk the sinister path of the dead
I'm one with them and none to all
Blinded by the prison cell, fools are content
I am not, not am I feafull of the pain of death

Once born of pure and clear mind. The ways of the first race are now long forgotten
Few are seeking, fewer the ones that have found. The ways of the old and the clearminded path of the wise

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