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The WatchtowerNocturnal flight, no shadows castA distant symbol of our beyond Life lies in front of us Sacred Ground, rotten earth Ashes to dust Flesh decomposed Caressing the sacred ground Where the deadened corpses lie A sepulchural misty night With a whiff of the Macabre Silently watching the stones Put there as a symbol of death Our minds united; a force is lit, And insight creates A humanoid watchtower, reaching for Their souls to the Sky, For a glance onto The other Side... |