Wooden Dwellings by Tangorodrim
From the depths, from the blackness
Of the hatred eveholes
Bestial feeling has sliped out
This is the crippling angel of barreness
Trails the decrepit corpse
Of the priest, on his hook.
And through the broken sun
In the Hellish chariot,
Come out the clutches of
The soulfreezer
The hook was suspended
In the dungeon of death
The bolt of the timestream was locked,
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