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Decayed asylum haunted with madness

Cribs of carrion where ghost children sleep

Withered trees from which we hang

Olden ossarium, internment, die

Crawlspace

Cold, cold, cold

Creeping, crumbling

Crawlspace

Cold, cold, cold

Maggots mud

Sunken sepulchres stained with time

Overflowing charnels, putrid and begrimed

Necrophilia, the taste of slime

Horrid places, dismal and sublime

The horror, the terror

Never, forever

Lord Moll...

Doom, behind every door

The end waiting for us all

Dust is everywhere