Unorthodox minds are welcome here
In a cemetery of sorts
We loom over murky grounds so drear
Lending tithe to our final court
Here, ash is finer than honey
The blood is a finer wine
Blood moons rise just as sunny
For those dying to dine
If ghouls sellout scams
And black cats are a muse
Then let us be damned!
With none left to amuse
As darkness is a scary friend
I have never known a kinder foe
This void preaches a bitter end
And will follow wherever you go
There is a madness along this bend
And when it's half passed dark
If you hear our drums: prepare for the end
Prepare for your embark.
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