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Awake o dead, for there can be no rest for ye beneath the earth.
Let the splintered bones burrow from the grave pall.
Let cold fingers grip time-worn blade,
and unseeing eyes survey the fields of slaughter.
For your time has come once more.
And the dead shall walk.
Let the splintered bones burrow from the grave pall.
Let cold fingers grip time-worn blade,
and unseeing eyes survey the fields of slaughter.
For your time has come once more.
And the dead shall walk.
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