There are more visions than your eyesight
There are more senses that you deny
There are more reasons that you defy
A bloody breed dwelling in lie
Deep in the mountain within a cave
The rotten corpses of crawling dead
Oppressed by mountain the weight of rock
Tormenting spirits of your own
These words are morbid just like your eyes
In which has blossomed the seed of lie
Under the mountain a river roars
Of blood beneath the tusks of rock
Breed
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