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Awaken from the breathless sleep

In a womb of soil

Back from the rotten rest

Among the living, once again

In the pale light of the moon

Echoes prevail in the freezing winds

Stench of ancient death

Floating in the musty air

Eternally forgotten graves

Breathing their grief

Upon these forsaken fields

Dawn of the dying world

Summon the envoy of demise

To gather the hordes

of the deceased

This is the realm of the open tombs

A world of ruins and dismay

Forgotten land of the open tombs

Where the ageless darkness now awaits