Still Warm Tomb
The bewitching moon…
Dark moths everywhere…
A deadly wonderful tune…
Recently dug tomb…
Still the warm ground…
Your breath is still audible…
There’re no more sounds…
Birds are flying close to you,
Dreaming to open your grave
And to taste your fresh flesh…
To play with your bones in a Devil's game…
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