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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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