As Silent As A Graveyard
As silent as graveyard,
as cold as death.
Your soul now is charred,
the end you've met.
Mortal man, born of clay.
Mortal man, today is your day.
For from sand you came,
and to sand you return.
Feast oh grave!
On fragile soul, feast!
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