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The Eternal Sleep Of The DeadThrough necropolis steeped in darknessThe spirit crawling into the tomb As fragile feelings of hope slither away A broken sensation claws at the brain Pain, sorrow, misguided dreams The sensation grows ever larger Encompassing the eyes that search For anything beyond the anguish inside The last journey of a shadow Where dead angels lay rotten My tomb lies surrounded by it As razor breaks the fevered skin The end that waits for all of us It lies within the spewing tomb Nothing stops the darkness growing The turn from day to night will come When the moment of eternity Breaks the dawn of your death And suicidal angels stand vigil Over the eternal sleep of the dead Cemeteries of dead shadows The end that beckons to you Follow the tormented whispers Into the depths of oblivion once more |