Description
"Every Soul Shall Taste Death"
The brittle bones cry out in prayer,
A silent scream, a frozen stare.
No breath, no beat, no pulse remains—
Just hollow echoes, lifeless chains.
Beneath the skin, where shadows creep,
The grave awaits, the soul to reap.
No mercy waits, no final grace,
Death carves its mark on every face.
The crown of dust, the throne of fear,
Each fleeting life must tremble near.
No walls can hold, no prayer can save,
From the gaping jaws of the endless grave.
The hands once strong now fold in plea,
To beg escape, yet none are free.
Each soul will taste this bitter fate—
A whispered doom we cannot shake.
In the void where darkness grows,
Every soul, it surely knows—
That death will rise, its hunger fed,
To claim the living, wake the dead.