Sprinkle eyes with grains of sandFollow me into my landSleep
The autumn leaves are gently dancingUpon the soil in which
Silent wailingOver the morgueSilent whisperingPlease tell me moreAccess deniedDe
Rotten trees with twisted boughsCast their shadows upon the groundWhere
Carry my soul on theBlack wings of your ecstasyLift it
I am readyI am waiting for youCome whenever it pleases
See me walk...I'm a blasphemyMade not by godBut the power
Spawned by frost wastelandsOut of ice and snow and shadows
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.Thrice and once the hedge-pig
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