Ashes to Ashes... Dust to Hell
Copyright © 1996 Morticia Raven
Death, despair, darkness, decay.
Rotting agony in which i lay.
No aether mist to ease my torment.
No lunar night wind to aid my ascent.
Gloom, stench, worms, opression.
Dripping doom in dank obsession.
No wordly wisdom to ease my soul.
No angelic flight to escape this hole.
Death, despair, darkness, decay.
Blackened flesh on bones doth lay.
No phantasmal respite for my broken mind.
No meat for the beast where worms hath dined.
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