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From the shadows, I observe the rite

Witness the earth consume the light
Grave unearths its darkened lore
As I watch from the edge of war

Watcher of the grave, I see the end
Where life and death in silence blend
Cold and cruel, the soil’s embrace
Bones are laid in hollowed beds
Silent screams where no one treads
Underneath, the secrets stir
As the soil grows colder, sure

No more warmth, no more breath
In the grave, they face their death


I stand alone, the dark my shroud
Witness to the silent crowd

As I watch, the shadows sway
In the grave, I stay away