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I am

the white worm,

Sticking

on your soul,

Choking

on your guts

From the insight.

From the insight.

I am the black crow,

Picking on the eyeballs

Of the corpses

Dancing at the after show.

Dancing corpses,

Happy corpses

At the after show.

I am

the blood mite,

Sucking

your juice out.

There is

No hurry

My anesthetic’s

Surely working.

I am the Wild Hunt,

Hunting my prey down.

Can you

Now hear it -

The rattle

The brattle

Of my rusty chains!

Legions of the damned

Prowling through the streets.

Nighttime never ends

For those! Who do not live!

Anymore.

I am

the white worm!

the black crow!

the blood mite!

the wild hunt!

The wild hunt,

Sharing the party…

With the dancing corpses,

Above the dancing corpses,

Below the dancing corpses,

Inside the dancing corpses!