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The screams of the dead pronounced resounds

From the earth’s depth

Glorified by false prayer

As victory above the dark dominance

The prayer words are dying away

By the increasing bluster from the depths

The earth rears up

The smell of rotten flesh fulfills the air

The horizon turns red

A tempest erupts approaching to the prayers

The arms are being drawn into the suction



The arms flesh burnt by the purgatory

Inside the tempest of the dead

The last he recognizes

Is the fear inside

The eyes are scratched by demonic cradles

His body detaches from the prayed earth

He becomes a part of the tempest

Thoughts on survival are ruined

By the disruption of his body

He sowed the hate

And

Harvests the dead