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I am the one who is always exhumingI am the one you think you see in the darkest of nightsI have yet to reconcile the thoughts within myselfFor still I am one with the deadOh, sanguine blood of thy corpseQuench my thirst and stain my skinOh, how ironic it is to feel so aliveWhen you cease to existI adore what I have becomeI have longed for such a love in my dreamsAnd my wrath will not subside until this love is mineForever I remain the hideous figure treading these unholy groundsFor I have failed the one who has created meMy conscious is telling me to ingest the flesh of the deceasedAnd with my tongue I shall lick the graves of all who will follow meMark my words, they will payI still am one with the deadAnd I swear to all that are dead