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Gravechild
In the village where shadows creep,
A tale is told, where silence weeps.
Underneath the ancient tree,
Lies a secret, dark as can be.
Gravechild sleeps in a bed of clay,
With tiny fingers that twitch and sway.
At night, you’ll hear a...
A tale is told, where silence weeps.
Underneath the ancient tree,
Lies a secret, dark as can be.
Gravechild sleeps in a bed of clay,
With tiny fingers that twitch and sway.
At night, you’ll hear a...
