Two young lovers strolled arm in arm into Death's own mausoleum. "The urn can be our cup of passion," said the young woman joyfully, "and the ashes will make a carpet for love."
While they were inside, Death remained outside and prepared to destroy mankind. Death was presented as a grotesque buffoon called Nekrozotar, dressed something like a frogman, with huge teeth painted over his upper and lower jaws. "Aiee," cried Nekrozotar. "Smoke, froth, snort: animal! Make way for death! Shake the bells, set up altars, light candles, spray holy water, gnash your teeth, cry with bloody tears, chew ashes,...
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