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In darkness, chains swing open

Mist groans, Fog waits soft

through the silence, throats choke

March grinds the dead They feast with eyes

Devour their spirits Eyes burn with hate

Veins pulse...

Beneath fevered night.

March grinds the dead

They feast with eyes

Devouring remains

Veins pulse...

Beneath fevered night.

Clotted bile, the flesh dissolved

Poured like a wine

The bastard laughs above

In darkness - Throats choke!

The Grand Spectacle thrives

Masses chant for slaughter

begging for bastard's fall!!