The silent cold of night Wraps us in the fog A quilt of death chills to the bone. The ground beneath is thin. The barrier between life and death Is about To give Way. The dead rise to devour the Living. None are spared as Mothers tear apart sons, Husbands devour wives, Pets attack children. And we join them, The ranks of death, Festering chaos. Dance the dance of death And be spared of the curse of Life.
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