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There is a fog here

and a smell of iron

The halls here are different

My estrangement

Formulae leave fumes

They woke it from a trance

Shadows in the tombs

Waiting for their chance

In the presence of a ghoul

Came for the marrow, the taste

Stayed to eat sorrow of human waste

The nurturing marrow

so bittersweet

The true appetizer

is human defeat

It bares its hollow teeth

Sustained by blood and deceit

Came for the marrow, the taste

Stayed to eat sorrow - the stench of human waste

Formulae leave fumes

They woke it from a trance

Shadows in the tombs

In the presence of a ghoul