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When the dead cease to dream

& nameless stones

become the graves of you and me

flowers of frost

wither to ash

where yawning flames

carve our faces in the clay

cum in me

and set the world free

for a moment in time

together are we.

Everybody wants to go to heaven

But nobody wants to die

Except the man who killed for god

Look upon the faithless

The forsaken tindered corpse

Here is the joy of murder

And the sweet smell of cremation

This man who killed for god

Who walks where death is king

Who gives us blood and flame

And all that terror can bring.