In the tide of a million stars
In wake of a million moons
Speak not the dead for lips are sealed
Now ressurected the souls of the killed
Come now roam the masses of the dead
As the decaying sleep silently inside our heads
Welcome silent soul who reads oh so patiently
Hail the candle light and burning shadow sites
For you have stumbled into the fury of the undead
Join us or weild your blade of weakness and fall
Servant to the bugs and maggots wich grace thine grave
Legions of undead gather now!
The thorns of evil intwined wihin their backs!
Mortal screams now burning black!

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