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No Gates, no doors

No life, no memory

In the deep night

I dwell through the

empty cloisters

Amidst medieval sarcophagus

All candles whisper their names, and they hear it,

Beneath the heavy slabs

As I gather their bones.

The spirits are gathered

The moon is my witness

The past is awaken

The black energy was awaken

And the abyss take us beyond