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Under a ravenous moon the sting of dread hangs in the air

Forgotten Gods high above lust for unsuspecting blood and fear

Stolen from my slumber, I am led blind to the bog

Knee high in the peat-sludge, a blade is brought close to my throat

Down in the cold of the grave I lie

With naught but a knife in my gut

Skull shattered, throat cut

Now, as I am spluttering and howling of death

They bring the blackened hammer down onto the crown of my skull

A sacrifice to the nameless Gods of old and cold

A victim of a nameless cult, obscured by the debris of history

Down in the cold of the grave I lie

With naught but a knife in my gut

Skull shattered, throat cut

My body lies hidden in the mire

Never to be exhumed

Emaciated by time and rot

My corpse a relic to the folly of man

Skull shattered, throat cut

Knife deep in my gut

Fragments of my skull still litter the swamp

But my brittle body shall never be returned from the bog

Eternally forgotten

Skull shattered, throat cut

Knife deep in my gut