It's approaching 600 pounds gas and flesh Robes in tatters It's approaching Lips and tongue abhorrent Flickering lexicon Or a stray dog pack leader
Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult
Realm of dusk
The northerns Look at the north ones Their brains are unhinged by the sun
Rare stone Our [faeces/faces] are rare stone It comes to take them Move out the armies
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