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Death moves in silence

Dig out of solid ground unveil your face to the world

I hear death moves without a sound to take its victims

Purge the dead of blood let I pour

Hear the voices scream intoxicating how my blood churns

As waves of poisoned arrows drip down from the sky

Piece and puncture although still alive

Just pier out on my creation

Bair witness to my wake

At the fires burning in the distance

Hide your eyes bound and gagged down on your knees

Blood is flowing like a flood

Overtaken tip the balance just rotten crypts to birth the flies

Just pier out on my creation

The gears of turmoil are winding down

Arching the nerves in my spine

No longer human hearts black and corroded

No color left inside my eyes

Bair witness to my wake

At the fires burning in the distance

At the last grain of sand falling

Out of this shattered hour glass

Formed from bone and shattered lives

Held in my hand

Release the hounds

Rancid flesh entwined there teeth

Just pier out on my creation

How the wolves have broke the will of scattered sheep
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