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Return to the evernight

A cold soft voice calling back at me

From the blackened void

Outstretched hands

witheredly beckoning

Drying of the flesh

turns it into dust

As the breath of death

Coarsely breaths on me

Why is this happening?

I’m surrounded by decay and filth

I did what I was told

But I’m still in hell

I am out of breath

I am out of breath

There is nothing left

There is nothing left

Return to the evernight

A cold soft voice calling back at thee

From the blackened void

Outstretched hands

witheredly beckoning

Oh sweet death.

Life as a serf

Death as an autarch

I shall rule this hell

Surrounded by scoundrels

Surrounded by nothing but filth

Why should it not be mine?

Return to the evernight

A cold soft voice calling back at thee

From the blackened void

Outstretched hands

witheredly beckoning

I shall rule

Nothing can stop me

I shall rule

Nothing will stop me