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Darkness envelops them

No light left in their eyes

Warm bodies I crave

Freshly placed in a grave

I take my spade in hand

And defile this resting place

Dark exacvaation

My twisted archaeology

Morality has no place here

Among the dead in my domain

Loneliness is my companion

The dead my only friends

Wandering eyes do not see the horrors kept inside my home

These walls keep secrets far too grave to tell

Acts so unspeakable come from a desperate man

Only living in lust with the damned

No God above

To watch me while I play

Morbid arts and crafts

A severed head nailed to my wall

Under my mattress

Lies a partner cold and willing

And in the corner

An audience for the slaughter

This game I’ve played for far too long

Has rotted my sense of decency

I have no respite from my guilt

But I cannot stop

Through all the bullshit in this world

And all the mistakes I’ve made

I’ve learned only one thing

We’re all just fodder for the grave

Lifeless trophies

Collected one by one

My only family

I did it just for fun

Sometimes I hear them

They whisper while I sleep

They tell me who they were

Their secrets I keep

They share my bed

And my table too

They never leave me

Like most people do

To the world

I’ve surely gone insane

But with the dead

I don’t feel any pain

(Michael Solo)

Morality has no place here

Among the dead in my domain

Loneliness is my companion

The dead my only friends

Through all the bullshit in this world

And all the mistakes I’ve made

I’ve learned only one thing

We’re all just fodder for the grave

Fodder for the grave

We’re all just fodder for the grave