What is this compelling sound
Calling me, ringing in the crowd
I’m standing in the middle
Beset by the howl of the fiddle
Covered by perfidies glow
creaking underfoot like iced snow
Heed one comes with dreadful beak
What you fear is what she seeks

It is eternal agony
Groans created symphony
Song of death caress my ears
Notes are moribund last tears

Vinegars most acrid smell
To kill popping abscess stench
Crescendo are pains of hell
Extinction or vast retrench

Horns blown by lips blackened of dying flesh and skin
Conducted by Death she’s playing first violin

Bubo and man’s condemned
Thumping heart wants pace amend
Whistling will soon be his breath
Whole rest is only in death

Vinegars most acrid smell
To kill popping abscess stench
Crescendo are pains of hell
Extinction or vast retrench

Endless pain

Carts squeeking brass collects our bodies
We are neither dead nor alive
orchestras pit full of sizzling corpses
Greets my eerie final passage

Horns blown by lips blackened of dying flesh and skin
Conducted by Death she’s playing first violin

Find the discord, cursees slave
Danse Macabre stops on his grave
Culprit caused our weeps of grief
Kill his kind for misbelief
Misbelief

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