Labyrinthious is this gaze
That stares from behind
It followed me until here
like an old god
Like vesanious misanthrope
I wander through these lifeless fields
Screams of the over-dead around again
I am no longer neath the stars
I have been here before…
In this land of witchery
Impaled corpses and voices raise
In here I became
The wraith that follows me
Into oblivion fogs
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