From
underyrth where shadows fall, the treeless root, a nameless call;I was a god
but now I’m stone,a broken dream, on shattered throne;seasons fell like endless
rain,so time has fled my madman’s game;the mother’s breast on which I supped
has bled away my sanity;I’m burned alive, immortal beast, I may not rest before
the feast.Come one, come all,the great and small, I want to slay you in my
hall.I want to slay you, one and all. And lay you down, within my hall.
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