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Under the ground A beautiful world Odour of death Stench of the rotting! You're carving for more We see them dead, lying still No life, no movement No smile on pale face! Do they fell The wooden world Cold tomb walls No sun, no air Darkness without the sound No life, no sences at all No screams or anger! No blink in the fucking eye! Where is your consciousness Buried under, with maggots Worms from the below! Where is your breath That was carried before So intense, now so mild! Corpse rotting stench That's what's comming out From the wreached remains No morbid mourning For those who are done! Ground comsumes What left of us! This is the world of graves Neverending funeral Of dying ages Si Fractur illabatur orbis Impavidum ferient rumae!