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Free from The Light

The Preacher stalks about the church

A reborn sight

A plot to defile grave earth

The Cemetery calls!

The rite is laid out as thus:

Kneel amidst the stones

With nails in wrist thrust

Crucifixion wounds

Brought Eternal Life

Inverse and impugn

To resurrect the Wights

The night is clear

The moon is full

The time is nigh

For the reign of the cruel

A hiss from the soil

Grows to a deafening roar

As if the gate of Hades

Was ne’er opened before

The Preacher gasps

At what his own hand have done

At last a mountain moved

By the prayer of a faithful one

From all around

An Eerie glow

And slowly coalesce

Flames of green and blue

The night is Cursed

An amen malign’d

from the beyond

burn the Cemetery Lights!

Descending to earth

The graves swallow the flames

The soil disturbed

By the tremors of the slain

Limbs burst forth!

Crawling from the womb of death

Reborn in blasphemy

A thirst for holy blood on their lips

“Call’d upon the names

Which ye knew not!

You dared profane

The abode of God?

Your insolence

Knows no height

Now feel the wrath

Of the Cemetery Lights!”