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the aroma of death below

a breeze of black will flow

deadened eyes will see

begin the undertow

breathe in the stench of death

a black cloud - it's foggy breath

dreaded mist of red and pain

seep into the rotting brain

he creeps amongst the mold

a crypt of freezing cold

monolithic dream within

walls drenched in wailing sin

gnawing senses degrade

among the slime - vision fades

erosion of perception lie

the mind, organs, body - start to die

this forge of fear - a trance of black,

flaying bodies for the stack,

halls of terror, gaze of light,

the flames of fear, burning bright,

cavernous creeper takes it's place

melted skin, disfigured face