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There are bleak corridors behind

This heavy wooden door

No light ever did touch these walls

Nor a voice ever did resound here.

There are staring empty faces

Hiding behind shadows of grey

The void of long gone expressions

Is forever standing still.

This is simply the triumph of Death

This is the triumph of Death

Absolute.

Ineffable.

It’s the triumph of Death.

Symbols are forever banished there

Not a mark of human vanity is found

Can you see this is the grave of gods?

Where only fear of coming back to life

Remains.

This is what I dream when my eyes

Gaze wide open at night every time

Searching for the darkest corner

To devour me once and for all.

There are bleak corridors behind

This heavy wooden door

No light ever did touch these walls

No hope ever will.

This is the triumph of Death

Absolute.

Ineffable.

It’s the triumph of Death.