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In the loam of my grave shall never a flower bloom

Nothing beyond death?

Now shall I confirm with my departure with no return.

Dark dreams shall haunt me in my eternal bed of stone?

Will I enjoy my journey to the blackened depths?

To the land of the dead where no light is reflected?

Inside the tomb

Having the coldest sleep

Dreaming with the shadows and the demonic twilights

As I look a bloody land of gloom ... maybe

The eternal dance of darkness and all the burning fears

In to the living flames of hell