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There's no light here

Yet it doesn't stop the shadows from appearing

See them gathering

Taking forms most foul

They have no mouths

Yet it doesn't stop them from speaking

Words of mockery and malice

Calling you to join them

They come and possess

They feed and they gnaw

They take your hand and rape your flesh

How long until there's nothing left

Procession has started

Who can tell how long ago

Leading to the hallowed ground

To the bosom of the great mother

There's no peace to be found

The curse can't be lifted

Vast plains unfold

There is emptiness but still you are

Shapes change yet the essence remains

Wander now these desolate fields

Cry out to haven, cry out to hell

Still the scythe remains at bay