I was dreaming uncertainty seized me
disquieted by images about an ossuary
I went to that place surmounted with a belfry
god's house enthralled with rosary

Melts the burning wax and the hot incense
mixed with stench of liquid putrescence

Ogival rose windows friezes and incisions
embalmed their expression as they used to rot
air of death chambers underneath they sleep
marbled in the floor putrefaction sets in

Melts the burning wax and the hot incense
mixed with stench of liquid putrescence

Sealed up down the altar giving off the fumes
flies settle on the cross infected is the stoup
addicted to the dead a christian usage
sickening the minds inherited from the middle age

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