along the old decrepit cemetary
in the rusty and burning hoofs
for native stench of your grave
i arrived in blind aggression to you
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.