| Sent to an early grave, as your only witness
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| As you bear, oppression of the lungs
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| A sepulchral, premature burial
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| And the rigid embrace of the narrow abode
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| Into the dawn of trepidation
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| How fitting is the blackness of the absolute night
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| An intolerable horror so appalling
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| And the ghastly extremes of agony
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| Into the dirt, your vitality is now departed
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| Embrace the worms, your fate in the soil will not be bargained
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| To you a home, a chamber within the ground
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| You can scream all you want, but no one will hear a sound
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| Consigned alive to your grave
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| To live in torment
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| Through one final nightmare
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| And be devoured by it
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| Inhale the rot and unearth the coffin
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| Disinter the corpse
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| Exhume the rotted frozen in dread
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| As your stifling fumes arise from the earth
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| Footsteps overhead tumult above the ground
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| Your shrouded body now mercifully exhumed
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| To reveal the phosphoric radiance of decay
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| Into the dirt
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| Embrace the worms
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| A chamber of torment beneath the earth
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| Swallow the rot
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| Seek your revenge in death
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| Alas the grim legion of unholy terrors beholds
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| Your sad a solemn slumber, be it unmerciful
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| Foredoomed repulsion, the occult claims yet another soul
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| Embellished revulsion, beneath the porous soil
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| Into the dirt
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| A chamber of torment
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| Swallow the rot
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| Seek your revenge in death |