| Once upon a tragedy our bravest returned
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| From grounds now forgotten and forlorn
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| With haggard faces, but a gleam in their eyes
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| They entered our citadel, yet not alone…
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| From the plateau of the battlements, I espy
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| Black flowers clinged to the skin, depicting their cloth
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| An absurd legacy of the subdued
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| Streams through their galloping hearts
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| …The precursor of a latent drama
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| Virgins, bards and fools await their scene
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| As teeth are chopped in muscle tissue
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| Voluptuous fusion of saliva and sperm
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| Phallus and flesh, hunger and lust
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| Infernal orgy of decadent meat
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| Yersinia Pestis — unveiled
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| High above the feast, hidden in the clouds
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| Moon’s sickle lurks, threatening to behead
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| Succulent odours are swallowed by the stench of decay
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| The dancing scythe joins the carnal play
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| «Such as I was you are
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| And such as I am you will be
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| Wealth, honor and power are of no value
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| At your hora mortis»
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| «Were my eyes not hollow, would I perceive
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| Your untouched beauty and angelic grace
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| My dear lady, so dainty and cold
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| Oh grant me this dance and your life shall end old»
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| A wave through foul bodies
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| Culmination of the sick
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| Life’s defloration
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| And the Dead overcome the Quick
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| «Your bright red lips have grown deathly pale
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| As you listened to the dying men’s wail
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| I have done my work well, now I can depart
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| What I leave behind is called macabre art!» |