Embrace of Thorns
perished in mortal agony
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Endless litany of grotesque figures
Marching onwards to their burial
Place where elder corpses
Lie dormant
Sweet melodies and chants are cast
Praising saviour
A lucid grotesqurie
For nothing is left to be saved
Putrid once female entties
Are caressing a grey mummified body
The leader than supposedly
could lead them to fertility,
Prosperity and glory...