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Fridged cold
I welcome thee O' Night
Bless me with decay
Dead trees surround me
Possessed by the moon
A journey to the cemetery
In search of human death
A field of graves
Conquering my sight
How many lives before
Heard it's eerie call?
A spirit in the mist
Points me to my grave
How long have I been dead?
Will I ever be alive?
(The night spoke...
Become of me O' Death
So that I may see wisdom
Beyond the grave and stars
Revealed unto thee)
I am the grave
I am the tomb
I am the coffin
I am the womb
I am the serpent
That bites the tail
I am the keeper
Of the veil
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