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All the thoughts I led astray

In their half-closed eyes

All the skin I crawled into

Like a callow prize

The sun is down

Now turn the lights out

Let it drive them mad

Mors et vita

Let voices scream into the silent night

Unhallowed now

What is a body to the living?

Unhallowed ground

Let me inhabit them completely

Unseal their soul

How they sway in spectral puppetry

Receive my presence

Something sad in nostalgia for the living

When my hate runs deep

Trying their ego and skin on for size

I become my collection’s life

In agreement with our own possession,

I’ll never leave

The sun is down

Now turn the lights out

Let it drive them mad

Mors et vita

Let voices scream into the silent night

Unhallowed now

What is a body to the living?

Unhallowed ground

Let me inhabit them completely

Unseal their soul

Their fate is sealed

I turn the lights out

I call them down

Mors et vita

Our voices rise into a single cry

One hollow sound

This is a sermon to the living

On hallowed ground

I will inhabit them completely

Possessions now