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See the dark spark blaze high

Star-flood

Come, run! Feed! Be

Night-blood

There is but one answer

To this unchecked cancer

March of ghouls

How your dead scream to be fed!

Horrors in the fog creep

Bent limbs, black-toothed maw

Rips warm skin

Lock your door

Quake, pray

Your gods are useless

No way you

Make it through this

March of ghouls

One night of doom

The sun

Will rise on nothing

And as that light tastes your death

Even the rats won’t eat what’s left