Can you scent the stench of graves? nThe dead fumes of his cevementsnThe predator winds behind - do they whisper to us all? nEternal are the skies. As above, so within nCold, dead, turbid eyes ghastly staring back at you nNow slowly leave behindnthe remnants of this earthly life nLet this be the gospel to extol your discorporation nHell is but a pale reflectionnin the eyes of nothingness nThe thin line dividing life and death -nbrutally distinct or mercilessly vague? nFear the void! Wolves are gathered in the distance.nSee the massing of ravenous crows! nTurn back, mortal son!nBlessed you will be to roam this carnal dungeon nin exalted slavery.nOr proceed into the blackness far beyond the stars n