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Unfathomed swamps, black liqueurs dropping

From idle branches, sweet nectars soak

Flies glancing swarming, inject the semen

Of decay into the living, glands of coke.

Snakes shedding their skin

Snails are crawling through

Leech is sucking my liver

Moraines are winding in.

The night, though clear, shall frown

And the stars shall not look down

From their high thrones in Heaven

With light like hope to mortals given.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still

And by the mist upon the hill

Death has reared himself a throne

Where cypress' shadows stand alone.

O'er lands enchanted, slaves curse working

On shores are grimace, echoes roll

In copper mines, within the dark hills

The sound of drums calls us to toll.

We're legion servants of our master

Our order's strong, the deadly kind

We're marching countless through the acres

And ashen steps we left behind.