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Going throught the dates of confinement,

Breathing heavility while time creeps by

Walking unending pathways

Under a cold deep Cemmerian fog.

Forgotten tombs and broken headstones

Will guide you to a perennial demise

You’re in a casket citadel!

The departed will welcome you

And your mortal remains;

You’ll hear the murmur of the wind baffling your mind.

Now you’ll dwell among the forlorn and buried

In a weathered fort of ash and bone.

Fractured granite and marble,

Your name engraved in stone

Your past form is a memory

Vaguely fading away

You’re in a Casket Citadel!

Now you feel the odd quietude of an old and eerie burial ground…