Snow covers the ground
In an ancient cemetery long forgotten
Evil growling from the deep
In obscurity, everlasting
Peering over a snow-bathed crypt
A procession of dark cloaked figures
Carrying a large casket to an open grave
No salvation for the dead
As they inter the remains
Moving closer
Past ancient tombs and old stones
My frozen hands are growing pale
My clothes falling with dust
Skin is tightening against my bones
As horror takes me over
Peering downwards into the cold
A call from my own grave
Ancient words are uttered
To disappear within the mist
The spell of death, everlasting
Slowly consumed in the fog...
Lost in fog...
Lost in the burial fog...
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