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Blasphemous lament resounds in the abyssal tongue

Where spectral winds howl through cryptic monoliths defiled

Beneath the pallid glow of a wretched, forsaken sun

Sung by those whose flesh and spirit decay

In silent catacombs, the worms do feast

Crowned in the thorns, gods, desecrate

A sickly miasma of anguish worse than death

Seeps through the marrow

Oh, wretched bride, your kiss bestows ,undoing of kings

From slumbered halls where the dead reborn

cursed thrones where the eclipse still sings

Writhing in silence, screaming

Hymns of corruption through veins inflamed

Worm-laden prophets

She beckons the nameless

Caressing the lost with a sorrowful face

Granting them solace in the unbroken tombs to her funereal womb

Upon a throne weeping ashes

spectral hands grasp for a lost eternity

A crownless husk in shadow cast

Blighted, forgotten, fathomless, unalive

So we march unto the ruin

Bound by the whispers, endless tide

In slumber eternal, we slither, we fall

All thrones crumble, marrow in dust