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For the caves of hell fostered this cursed creation on a night like this.

Such terror as I dare not peer onto the former stone disfigurement since fathered by galvanism - I retched and heaved at the sight.

At once I felt a bitterness as the beast rose and pursed dead lips, darned in sinew.

Hate boiled abreast dazzling beakers that filled the laboratory.

Then, lament - for this weird fiend stared at me!

Lament passed away to grief, and grief to shame.

For you see, in milky wrinkled eyes I saw the anguish of a man whose eternal rest was quelled through no choice of his own.

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released March 26, 2021

Here lies Count Räumula

Vocals on track three by The Specter:oldtower.bandcamp.com

Tapes available at Dungeons Deep Records:

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