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Piling the bodies

 Burn them in the night

 Skin grows black and withered

 Decayed smell will rise

 Existence fading

 Into ashes

 Burn those bodies

 To Infernal death

 Human coals are burning

 Repulsive yet so true

 Open graves are scattered

 When the work is through

 Existence fading

 Into ashes

 Burn those bodies

 To Infernal death