an urge to run sets in
the will to fight has faded
but the knife remains sharp
no escape from the wrath
unperturbed by death itself
righteous fury rages on
from the dark corners of the crypt
i can hear your voice once again
the haunting echo of a forgotten past
triumph is near
witness the grand finale
you have sowed, i must reap
those words formed under the blanket
black magic carved into pristine skin
the spell has been cast
(2013)
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