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From mouldering graves, the undead rise with flesh as cold as ice

From yonder realm of the unseen where us ghosts make our scene

The restless dead doth rise and fight in the shadows of the night

And in our eyes, a fiery rage that burns across the age

Our war, may end, but the memories remains

The flesh, we ate, they mask our screams of pain

From mouldering graves, the undead rise with flesh as cold as ice

From yonder realm of the unseen where us ghosts make our scene

The restless dead doth rise and fight in the shadows of the night

And in our eyes, a fiery rage that burns across the age

Our war, may end, but the memories remains

The flesh, we ate, they mask our screams of pain