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Stone tower rising upon the mountain,
Great mortuary defiant shadow,
Crowned by vultures,
Exhaling the stench of death.

Its walls devouring me,
My flesh is bathed in purifying water,
The white sheet is covering my skin,
Ahriman is inside me,
He is surrounding my soul,

The four eyes of the beast are looking at me,
The fire doesn’t warm up my body,

The bearers of the dead come for me,
The hands of the Druj are on my head.

I step inexorably through the cold and wet passage,
The great iron gate shows me the way to the underworld.

Vultures around me, over me, inside me!
Their beaks hit on my bones,
As a macabre percussion.
Their caws penetrate on my soul,
They rip my flesh like sharp daggers.

The blinding sun reflects my dismal corpse.
I will wander into the Var of Ahriman!

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