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The night has come

despair is growing

my ally is th fog

the wind keeps blowing

I have no better thing

in life to do

I have a reason to

profane a tomb

Ravage in the cold

can't stop this madness

an ancient evil calls

a spell in darkness

Grave

Grave robber

I dance with the corpses

I play with the dead

I drink the rotting blood

I smell the stench in ecstacy

Profanator

of the sacred rest

desecrator

demented jerk

I have no better thing

in life to do

I have a reason to

profane a tomb