Unfathomed swamps, black liqueurs dropping
From idle branches, sweet nectars soak
Flies glancing swarming, inject the semen
Of decay into the living, glands of coke.

Snakes shedding their skin
Snails are crawling through
Leech is sucking my liver
Moraines are winding in.

The night, though clear, shall frown
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still
And by the mist upon the hill
Death has reared himself a throne
Where cypress' shadows stand alone.

O'er lands enchanted, slaves curse working
On shores are grimace, echoes roll
In copper mines, within the dark hills
The sound of drums calls us to toll.

We're legion servants of our master
Our order's strong, the deadly kind
We're marching countless through the acres
And ashen steps we left behind.

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