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Into death cast,

a spiral of the past.

Eclipse grips for my soul!

Torn from death's bed

and buried by the dead,

their hands are white and cold.

Pulse expire,

death comes in a burst.

Black forecast of a

lifelong thirst.

Lord of the tomb

by my side.

Cadaverous, dead

and insane in the eye.

Speak a madman's prophecy,

he will drain my soul

when it is free.

Phantoms of the grave

kill to survive.

Sucking death energy

from the ones who will die.

Into death cast,

a spiral of the past.

Eclipse grips for my soul!

Torn from death's bed

and buried by the dead,

their hands are white and cold.

Crawling through the soil and snow,

pitch black grave cracks up below.

Screams measure a timeless echo,

hideous figures laugh and beckon.

Coming through me,

souls imprisoned in gore.

Malignant anguish

never seen before.

Victims drag their limbs

across the halls of the dead.

Funeral bell rings to

celebrate the dread.

Deteriorating,

all my flesh and my bones

are ready to explode in

a gush of red foam.

Virulent infectious

death disease is spread,

rush of thoughts vanish

as I die undead.

Into death cast,

a spiral of the past.

Eclipse grips for my soul!

Torn from death's bed

and buried by the dead,

their hands are white and cold.

Into death cast,

a spiral of the past.

Eclipse grips for my soul!

Torn from death's bed

and buried by the dead,

their hands are white and cold.