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(Footsteps in the dark… The air thickens with anticipation… A procession moves forward, unseen…)

Through the veil of midnight’s breath

We march undying, through the depths

Shadows rise from ancient stone

A path unknown, we walk alone

The moon, a witness, pale and cold

Lights our steps as we unfold

The secrets kept by silent graves

Where the forgotten walk as slaves

March through the night, beyond the dark

Guided by the moon’s silent spark

Through tombs and ashes, lost and still

We walk the path of the ancient will

Clad in robes of sorrowed red

With every step, the dead are fed

Whispers rise, calling our name

As we traverse the halls of flame

The moon, a witness, pale and cold

Lights our steps as we unfold

The secrets kept by silent graves

Where the forgotten walk as slaves

March through the night, beyond the dark

Guided by the moon’s silent spark

Through tombs and ashes, lost and still

We walk the path of the ancient will

The silence breaks, the drums resound

Echoing deep beneath the ground

No voice speaks, no soul returns

Only the flame, as it burns

The moon, a witness, pale and cold

Lights our steps as we unfold

The secrets kept by silent graves

Where the forgotten walk as slaves

March through the night, beyond the dark

Guided by the moon’s silent spark

Through tombs and ashes, lost and still

We walk the path of the ancient will

Deep droning chant, fading footsteps into eternal night…

The procession ends… but the march continues…