Mausoleum, let me inside
Turn to blind these haunted eyes
Let darkness come and take its toll
For I'm afraid of growing old.
Mausoleum, take me in
My sight is tired, my senses thin
Too many wrongs have I done
For I was afraid of dying young.
Mausoleum, kill the lights
Because death is not a thing for sight
Let terror come in horror's horde
For I'm afraid of dying bored.
Mausoleum, dark your plot
Too much time for things forgot
Too many whispers in the night
I won't come in without a fight.
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