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Upon This Weary Hour

Eyes Stare Pale as Snow

Rising Fumes and Pillars of Smoke

Skin Glistens With Nightshades Hues

What Witchery Doth Ensue

As The Spirit Takes Flight

By Virtue of Ointments and Herbs, Brewn

Amongst the Decrepit Graves of Old

As Draws Near The Devil's Hour

Murmurs Weave Their Eerie Flow

Charnels Yawn and Hell Breathes Out

An Ominous Dance Where Time is in Sway

To Slip Away Amidst The Dreadful Shades

Longing, The Ever-Glooming Dusk Awaits

To Catch Glimpses of The Lands Unknown

From Whose Bourn No Traveler Rebounds

Dark Waves Crash

At Night’s Plutonian Shores

Horizon's Edge Painted Red

By Avernus' Fiery Breath

These Visions,

Etch Onto The Cracks of My Death-Mask

A Countenance to Bring Forth Another

Hoary Faces Pass With Haunting Stares

Drifting Presences Fleeting, Unaware

A Voice Was Heard, Whispers of Spite

Phantasmal Echoes Within The Fading of Light

Envy That Blooms Within The Spectral Hearts

The Dead Hunger for Life’s Vibrant Arts

While the Living Revel in Despairing Woe

Yearning for Peace That Death May Finally Bestow

These Visions,

Etch Onto The Cracks of My Death-Mask

A Countenance to Bring Forth Another

Hoary Faces Pass With Haunting Stares

Drifting Presences Fleeting, Unaware

In Due Time, May You Take Me Below

But Not For Now - My Bell is Yet to Toll

We Depart Only to Meet Again

In The Cold Embrace of The Grave

Where We All Once Shall Rest