An influx of the Restless Dead

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I stood alone, so frightened
of the anguished wind that blows
And brings to shore old spectres
as the water ebbs and flows

Their haunted howls incite in men
a fear they've never known
They weep and howl in horror
at the visions that they're shown

The wailing of the dead
Their ghostly fleshless flesh
Brings forth the pain of those
never really laid to rest

The dark horizon lightens
with the terror of the night
As men cry out in stricken fear
at such a horrid sight

And it may be seen as weakness
But it's easier for me
To turn my back and walk away
pretending not to see

That the world has gone to pieces;
That we're fading to eternity...

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