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letra de obire pestis - sarcophagus

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this morbid night melancholy
moon of funeral broods
mist rising from the swamps
where superst-tions are alive
frogs and crickets please me
though not long will my ears hear
not long will i howl at the moon
the end already creeps on my tongue
between old suffering trees

i still see that which reminded me
of a time sorrow had reigned
with hope crushed underneath
a regent to the throne of black memory
lost, forgotten and waiting for h-ll
asking why i left at all
where are my weapons and dreams
there is no death to save me
i have never lived
obire pestis
morbid night melancholy

- sarcophagus

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