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As, the lightning strikes

A curse will bind, you to suffer

Hanged, in the crypt

Now you will drip, out of blood

Disemboweled, in this sacred filthy crypt

By the ghastly ghouls of death,

you will live until the sorcery is finished

And now, your soul is ripped

From your carcass, your journey to beyond begins

Eyes carved out of head

Subjugated and dismissed

Your body is an altar to the dead

And your legs

Are melting in the crypt

Only torso and head remains

You will suffer until you run out of breath

Dead

Yet you live

Magic of the dead

So cryptic

Disemboweled and hanged in the crypt

Now you will drip, out of blood

Bleed for the

Chalice of the carnage

Now, suffer

Until your body

Dies

Bleed to the

Potion of death

So you’ll be

Finished with

The sorcery

Now you will

Die