Mausoleum of Skulls

O' Twilight

O' Everlasting Darkness

Come to my aid.


Drink up...

As you drink, your life will also soar away...

Flowers shall bloom...

Even on...

The road to Death.~


Where are Appetizers*

Dye them pitch black...

Split them into pieces of Eight...

And with Black Flames...

Let them burn black.


And let us consume them down to the very last Morsel...


What is leftover

are pure, white bones.

Let us erect a Grave...

And Mourn.


Such that you will never

be born into this World again.

Such that you will not become...


Our Sacrifice.


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