A morbid tide flows
Calling all dead foes
Lifeless fates it knows
Free from its cell
Stone graves it's seeing
Eyes sightless reaping
Fleshless hands reaching
Freedom from hell
Sour taste inside
Remorse can not hide
In this cold, dark tide
dead rise with glee
Come, who sweetly stink
on warm blood they drink
An undead strong link
Deaf to life's plea
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