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Ascend from the grave
rise offspring of the night
awaken from your sleeping tombs
creep through every open window
through every seam
tickle the feet of those who sleep in fear
bit on their feet
pull their hair
cry out in their ears
for your agony shall be theirs
and your melancholy will they know
even as they sleep
their souls stir in the night
and all their conscious thoughts lie
within the sphere
offspring of the worm
torment them for they have forgotten you
and left your tombs to fade into the void
lie by their side
make them shiver with the cold breath
of the lonely dead the freezing wind
of your demise
watch them from the closet
giggle under their beds
grab their ankles and hold on tight
for they shall know the fear of the thing
no one sees
and the thing everyone fears
ascend children of the night.