| Heed the hellfire chatter
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| Glimmering war of the undead
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| Pulsating fear and dread
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| If my bones could rebel
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| In this diminishing horrid realm
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| In the cursed ground i dwell
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| My decayed relics are found
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| In the grasp of the earth
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| Remembrance seeps through the mound
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| Buried on a bastard graveyard
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| Inextinguishable flare of death
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| Frenzied demonic rest
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| Ceaseless fluctuations of hell
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| Contorted hammrs chimes the bells
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| From very grave a rattling shade
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| Is given vent to its rage
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| In a chasm of infinite lament
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| United in vile dissent
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| Dead, restless and discontent
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| Where are we free to roam
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| Confined in a burning hole
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| Eternally haunted souls
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| Our decayed relics are found
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| In the grasp of the earth
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| Remembrance seeps through the mound
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| Exhumed on a bastard graveyard
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| Inextinguishable flare of death
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| Frenzied demonic rest |