In the darkness of pale tears ---- with its vicious reasoning!
From it's biting fall of snow.
As I shiver ---- from the sudden and violent sounds in torrents.
On this side of the grave that will not relinquish its grip!
Concealing behind its veil hanging by a thread.
Lies its valley of the shadow ---- with its field of blood.
The sword's edge bellows its death rattle.
The king of terrors with its bill of mortality rings in the shroud.
Launched into eternity ---- and put to bed with a shovel.
The passing bell sounds mute in the catacombs.

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