Fear is man’s primal emotion…

Of ye sounds
Slayeth in thin air
In ye funeral
Thine mourning begin
Thy soul is left
In eternal despair

In ye depth
Of mortal tears
Out of ye mist
Glum life is clear

Waiting for new doom
In all sorrows, in all gloom
Hath all started ere in womb
How shall it end in ye tomb?

Time runneth, maketh Ode to Death
Risen again today with all my strength
Out of the dark tonight lust for blood
Once again light fades, my love still is for Hades!

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