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Sepulchral grasp holds

A cold grip on your soul

Claustrophobic vault

Ravishing end now unfolds

The haunting void roars

Surrounds your severed heart's contours

The shine of your existence

Floating aimlessly through Death's maze

Gaping graves awaits

Wooden coat embrace

The scent of (the) Reaper's Breath

Coils around your neck

The sounds of soil

That hits your coffin door

The lid's closed forever

The vacuum of Death's womb

The hinges are corroding

Oblivion's pendulum swaying

Gaping graves awaits

Wooden coat embrace

Gaping graves awaits

Wooden coat embrace