Tales from the dead, below a thousand throng,
Sleeping eternally, rest they now belong.
Silent abrupt, the keeper store their fate,
Long for the dream, its hand that wield their hate.
Violent eruption, that call upon the name,
Of each of the fallen, in service to its fame.
Deaden of hearts, mind then fade from world,
Who reaps and rises, the living they be hurl
Artist: Haunted Fengraf by AdamPaquette