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(Narrating:)

The foul stench of the dying kin

Neath grasping fingers, wooden grins

Be washed clean again is she

Dark mother smothered

Come this hour

She knows better

Now from man

To stay unfettered

Undeathly spirit enters again

Yet she knows not to the hours spent avenge

If the King can keep his word

Then man will forever rule in His world

The One God of the One King

Is the One step

To the end of All things