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The dead-eaten, putrid

Revived and lost.

Signs of madness

On my brow.

We are alive

We just pretend

That we are dead.

Defiled visions became

Reality and comprehension.

Blood and mud

Adron our withered bodies

Blood - particular liquid

Spirits' beverage.

Come to my ritual song

My rotten friends

In the scream

Od flamed candles

Predictive whisper

Of souls.

Touched by thanat

You'll understand us

I'll put back tulips

On my grave.

Mistress of sorrow

Accept this poor man

'Cause it was me.