Echoes of the past

Echoes of the past reverberate in my head
It is by purest chance that I am not dead
My body lives on despite the rotted core
Long ago I died for once and ever more
I stand at the portal and outside I gaze
At all of life that is lost in the haze
Never again of life shall I partake
I shall not ever again awake
For the beast has won in the end
To eternal hell did he me send

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