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Blip Zero

Report | 03/17/2006 12:04 pm

Blip Zero

nightmears in darkness creep
there in pich of night thay weep
to once more walk from the deep.

shadows dance to deaths mornfull song
lovers lost with bodys torn
boney wight the durty hands
arise from immortal rest thay stand
with fear in hart of sounds most horrored
eyes a open there the dearly departed
in cold of air the wind blows smell most foul
of graves decay born of time witch all thing go
pay heed to wills surender full of fear
costik bites and shofuling feet wonder
behold the horror of zombes hunger .