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Where bitter tears of bereavement once fell

In utter silence, swallowed by foulest earth

They rot away...

Lure of the dead…

Six feet under rotten soil

Unburdened from the weight of life

Centuries undone, existence nullified

Remembrance long withered, flesh turned into soil

A strange allurement has taken hold of me

I rot… away…

Like father, like son

Descendance has begun

For grave men sire graves

And cowards father cowards

Lured by the dead