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In shadows deep, where sorrow reigns,

Where echoes mourn through endless plains,

A specter dances, cold and forlorn,

In the realm where darkness is born.

Death's embrace, a somber veil,

Whispers of the lost, their mournful tale.

Melancholy grips the soul tight,

In the abyss of eternal night.

Beneath the moon's lamenting glow,

Where ancient trees in silence grow,

The specter roams, with hollow eyes,

Amongst the graves where sorrow lies.

Death's embrace, a somber veil,

Whispers of the lost, their mournful tale.

Melancholy grips the soul tight,

In the abyss of eternal night.

Through the mist of time, we wander alone,

In the realm where shadows have overthrown.

With every breath, we feel the chill,

Of the void that whispers, "Be still."

Chorus:

Death's embrace, a somber veil,

Whispers of the lost, their mournful tale.

Melancholy grips the soul tight,

In the abyss of eternal night.

As darkness falls and stars align,

We embrace the void, in endless decline.

In the depths of despair, we find our home,

In the blackened abyss, where we'll forever roam.