Can you scent the stench of graves?    The dead fumes of his cevements   The predator winds behind - do they whisper to us all?    Eternal are the skies. As above, so within    Cold, dead, turbid eyes ghastly staring back at you    Now slowly leave behind   the remnants of this earthly life    Let this be the gospel to extol your discorporation    Hell is but a pale reflection   in the eyes of nothingness    The thin line dividing life and death -   brutally distinct or mercilessly vague?    Fear the void! Wolves are gathered in the distance.   See the massing of ravenous crows!    Turn back, mortal son!   Blessed you will be to roam this carnal dungeon    in exalted slavery.   Or proceed into the blackness far beyond the stars