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The stormy ancient winds could never bleach

The evil with a portent beyond the speech

Sailing out of home, heard sounds of screams

Of long-dead times, inside my mind, reached in the night

Sinked in dark lanes, as the sealed tomb

The ancient leprous town, forever throngs

Chanting to strange lords, unhallowed and filth gongs

In crypts beneath foul alleys, near to the grey shore

Where they leaned drunk, and half-animated

Edging through the filth, passing through the gate

To the black courtyard, the man would be wasted

The dark high walls were closed, and life was cursed

Into the wild light, swarmed with the songs of the devils core

With either voices and nightmares of a curse

Blazing fires through the skies from a furtive fearing of life

Dark crypts for swallowing corpses when the human dreams are broken

Fading the day, heard faint howls

Coming from up above and from deep below

Through the panes one sunset ray hit the fase

Glimpsing and running in frenzyness from the born place

Straight to the bottom of the human fucking grave