The Old Coffin Spirit

 

My soul is trembling, asphyxiated exhalation 
But, feel like my name 
Starting around the tombs of marble 
Untouched carry the crew of ages 
 
An unwed coffin attracts me 
Inside the fear an odd wonder 
Strange prompting as I read the name 
 
Chorus: 
Now rest in my new dwelling 
The property calls "Be done" 
I'm the old coffin spirit 
Master and slave on my own land 
 
Well hidden behind the pute stars 
Fluttering in distant unknown zones 
Macabre dance with the diastric winds 
Hrismed to haunt the kiss of light
 
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