Into the crypt
Cloaked by moonless night
I read the stone
In dim candlelight
The one I seek
Lies cold all alone
Gathering remains
To burn to dust from home
Inquisition of the dead
Rising up from dust
Holy wisdom of the dead
Ancient secrets are mine
From human dust
The shape begins to rise
Appearing now
No longer putrified
Speak unto me
Of that which I seek
And be forever
Returned to dust
Inquisition of the dead
Rising up from dust
Holy wisdom of the dead
Ancient secrets are mine
Two throatеd screams
Descend and arise
Thе world is the grave
Where all wisdom lies
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