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Shrieks out of ossuary darkness

Feel the undead unfold

Remains are not put in a casket

The secrets have never been told

Calls from another dimension

Lead you into the abyss

...of the lost and the damned

Where the walls are plastered

with muted screams

And dwellers are blessed

with a deathless sleep

A slumber distal of long lost dreams

Striken with fear of never coming back again

A fusion with death as only your screams remain

Confined by sacral shackles

forced on by the archangel

When you have died

From living matter into death

A soulcollection to cleanse away sin

To wash and bath in mortal screams

Fulfills the need of purity

In addition to complete

What never will, what never was

A purging rite to seal the pact

Buries you in silent screams