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The overwhelming pile of skulls,
Maketh me wonder: Why the hell, why?
The world is doomed to slumber,
It frosteth my mind, damnation's burden.
Death embraceth countless souls,
Then throw them in bottomless holes.
Their sepulchral fate always seemeth,
To be a choice, somehow foreseen.
Do what thou wilt, but remember:
The scythe shall rip thy head, then thy members,
If thou art a futile worm;
The scythe shall rip thee out from existence.
Ghastly things from the Unknown,
Drive me out of my control,
Torturing me! When I see!
That mankind hath harshly shown,
Stupidity of an unseen role,
In this now condemned universe!
Death embraceth countless souls,
Then throw them in bottomless holes.
Their sepulchral fate always seemeth,
To be a choice, somehow foreseen.
Do what thou wilt, but remember:
The scythe shall rip thy head, then thy members.
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Do what thou wilt, but remember:
The scythe shall rip thy head, then thy members,
If thou art a futile worm;
The scythe shall rip thee out from existence.
Ghastly things from the Unknown,
Drive me out of my control,
Torturing me! When I see!
That mankind hath harshly shown,
Stupidity of an unseen role,
In this now condemned universe!
Death embraceth countless souls,
Then throw them in bottomless holes.
Their sepulchral fate always seemeth,
To be a choice, somehow foreseen.
