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I wake up in the morning

My feet covered with soil

Was it all real or just a nightmare..?

Following the dead

I walked towards the cemetery

The ghost of Wendigo beside me

Beyond the barrier and up the stony stairs I must go

“The ground is sour” I hear them screaming

This overcoming sorrow eating all the grace inside me

My heart as cold as her remains

Sometimes dead is better

Sometimes dead is better

Sometimes dead is better

Sometimes dead is better

My mind collapses to insanity

Losing my will to live as all my loved ones die

Is this a bad dream or reality?

My shovel's tip digs to the ground

From the ancient mountains the grid of darkness falls

Come bless this family reunion

Curling the night around this twisted miracle of birth

Love never truly dies indeed... but

Sometimes dead is better

Sometimes dead is better

Sometimes dead is better

Sometimes dead is better