Time is digging graves
For the chosen few
We're led through the broken gates
As we mourn into a grave
Born of the dark
The incubus grows
Reality is lost
The struggle unfolds
In a line with strangers
As the eve grows cold
Your blood lies in a casket
But you've been there before
The body grabs your arm
You feel its horrid stare
Evil undisguised
Descends before your eyes
Morbid visions in the dead of night
Haunting you
The world you've known is now a dominion
Coming through
The plane of existence that I've crossed
Through terrorized
The physical state which I've regained,
HORRIFIED!
Funerals Obscure
Born Of The Dark
The Incubus grows
Reality is lost
The Struggle unfolds

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