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Heavy breathing

in the dark terror

shadows are coming back

stinks around

the smell of Death

now you’ll get it

how you’re pinke your breath.

Go. Knight. Lead on

The Dead Destroy the life

Summon the Dead!!!

I am the Master of the graves

mortal people bend down

your heads

my legions are coming

from Hell

We are obeying the spell.

Thousand eyes from the Past

breaking down to the dust.

Facing the view

the view of the face

The face of course

the cause of all.