A pitiless march through the dark and mantling clouds
The shadow that departs the life that flees away, and its place is known no more
Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap
Where each in his narrow cell forgotten laid
I hear the verses of the winged choristers!
Mournful coaches advance with solem pace
Led by remnants of forgotten hearts
Majestic left behind in mouldering dust
Our deriding worn out mask
Ghastly grim veiles unfold, to reveal this majestic scene
Scenes of raptured tranquility
Bare witness and behold
Our wrath which now unfolds!!!
Feel our victorious presence, see your imminent death
Engulfed by sepulchral fog, we breathe your last breath!!!
As ghastly grim veiles unfold
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