Along the old decrepit cemetary
In the rusty and burning hoofs
For native stench of your grave
I arrived in blind aggression to you
...o galadriel
Making the row on the same grave
Making more and more sholderblades
Of the fucking priest!!!
I hold, on the twisted knife
The eyehole of the last (finally) priest
No more material
For the threshing machine
For my electric desecrators
In the rusty and burning hoofs
For native stench of your grave
I arrived in blind aggression to you
...o galadriel
Making the row on the same grave
Making more and more sholderblades
Of the fucking priest!!!
I hold, on the twisted knife
The eyehole of the last (finally) priest
No more material
For the threshing machine
For my electric desecrators
But anyway i continue to desecrate
Sitting on the rotting and stenching
Grave of galadriel.
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