Tangorodrim To The Stench
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 F..cking 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.