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I am the one

who is always exhuming.

I am the one you think

you see in the darkest of nights.

I have yet to reconcile

the thoughts within myself,

for still I am one with the dead.

Oh, sanguine blood of thy corpse,

quench my thirst and stain my skin.

Oh, how ironic it is to feel so alive

when you cease to exist.

I adore what I have become!

I have longed for such a love,

in my dreams and my wrath will

not subside until this love is mine.

Forever I remain the hideous figure

treading these unholy grounds.

For I have failed the one

who has created me.

My conscious is telling me

to ingest the flesh of the deceased.

With my tongue I shall lick the graves

of all who will follow me.

Mark my words,

they will pay.

I still am one with

the dead and I swear...

To all that are dead,

I swear.

To all that are dead,

you're dead.