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From beyond the world of man

Comes the destroyer of everything

Unseen until we cease to exist

To him we are hastening

Join the dance of the dead

The collection of bones

No one is spared

Recreating the great silence

From the devastating sound

Of the pendulum

Comes the pulsations that wounds

One pulsation will kill

All, from high to low

None escape the clutch of the skeleton

As above so below

Within and without

”Through the sweat of thy brow you shall eat your bread

You are dust and unto dust you shall return”

Join the dance of the dead

The collection of bones

No one is spared

Recreating the silence

”What we were, you are; what we are, you will be”