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Disturbed from your sleep

You hear echoing voices

Behind your house built

On their rotting corpses

The first pang of guilt

Cuts through inhuman noises

In the spoils of war you keep

Are the faces of those you swept

away!

Time and time again

Your past will rise up from the clay

Though flesh and bone turn to ash

Your weak mind will obey

Their voices will be heard

In deadened fantasies

In the lies you seek

In the sudden emptiness

In your dreams,

The misery carries

on…

Shallow graves,

speak

Shallow graves,

speak

Shallow graves,

speak

Now so many years have passed

Tears and sobs for battles won

Hushed lips, a forgotten past

Turns to rot under the sun

Behind your back they whisper

Rumors of all said and done

The stench of it pervades

Like rotting teeth in your

mouth!

Time and time again

Your past will rise up from the clay

Though flesh and bone turn to ash

Your weak mind will obey

Their voices will be heard

In deadened fantasies

In the lies you seek

In the sudden emptiness

In your dreams,

The misery carries

On and on and on