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Putrid lips Deathly dirges Reapers of Gomorrah ... Putrid lips Deathly dirges Desecrated Sealed death ... Putrid lips Deathly dirges Reapers of Gomorrah

arms and my hands, sing like dirges, why don't you want to

s devoted instrument Abysmal dirges guide my way to the graveyard

shapes. Recollections and dirges mangled by the time, The

a triumphal arch While organ dirges their wedding march For

symphonies Death chamber dirges grinding bones to dust I

in the park, And we sang dirges in the dark, The day the

the tomb... In darkened dirges death's knell peals out it's

one burden bore - 'Till the dirges of his Hope That melancholy