Thread: The Dead Crawl North

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The Dead crawl north in rotting hordes
To chill their flesh and broken bones
So that they may stay forever

From their crypts and pits
And shallow unmarked graves
The hills a tainted mass
Streets writhing in decay

One lost a tongue in Wichata
An arm in Winnipeg
Hearts fill San Francisco
In England rolls a head

Through the rivers seas and plains
These thankless shells go forth
So stay inside and feast your eyes
And watch the Dead crawl north

Very cool, I like this.

Originally Posted by kprimm

Very cool, I like this.

Thank you.