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Farros Galdor: Cursed Hymns of Unmaking

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lonnarin:
Hail to the Darklord Czukay!
Hail!  Hail!
Mail to the dreaded Count!
Send m'lord a cake!
With rotted flesh for body
iced with sweet bitter blood
shattered bone for sprinkles
eyeballs for cherries
gathered in his dreaded wake.

Huzzah to the Darklord Czukay!
Huzzah!  Huzzah!
A saw to the Count of Madmen!
A Saw!  A Saw!
For bodies seldom store well
in the pieces that they fell
saw through bone, cutting deep
so in his bag he'll keep
gathered in his dreaded wake

Praise to the Darklord Czukay!
Praise!  Praise!
Gaze upon the Heart of Madness!
Oh dying dirge of dread!
For where marches he,
twitches in casualty
the dewdrops all crimson
aneath the Black Sun
gathered in his dreaded wake

So Hail to Darklord Czukay!

Send him a bloody cake!

Interia_Discordius:
Huzzah to the Darklord Czukay!

Still loving the stuff. Keep up the amazing work!

lonnarin:
Chains of Divinity

Fie upon thee, Milara the Mottled
Die beneath thee, Rilara bespottled
Sinthar's number two, the best ye'll ever be
even Broegar hath semblance of royalty
Yet ye creepeth underfoot like a slug in the sun
across charred rubble of this world undone
by thy lofty goals and stark treachery

May ye rule over this dust and ash
songs sung to thee aneath bloodied lash
Cracking cross thy back forever more
Cursed be ye, dark one we abhore

So fie upon thee, ye blackened wretched swine
to hell with thee and thy ambitions divine
Wouldst thou shatter the skies to grasp at starlight
and see it all undone in nary a fortnight?
The Red Dragon's hold on your soul complete
what thou seeth as victory naught but defeat
Tis not a crown on thy brow, but a leash round thy neck
So fie upon thee Milara, Fie thee straight to heck!

pelordaes7:
I'll drink to that!

Nice one Farros...you really sing it like it is.
Czukay thanks you, the master bard of doom and fear.

lonnarin:
Cross counters and tabletops
yon mistress of Chaos hops
Devastation lay in her wake
of spilt wine for malice sake
Lamentations of a carpet
crimson stained

Leap into Madness
oh ye of blackened paw
Latch unto mine leg
to bite and kick and claw,
only to primp and pur and prance
thy false dance of innocence

Devour yon chameleon clans dire
Tell-tale tails doth twitch with ire.
Maker of a thousand graves,
hunting all and everything
Tis it eternal souls ye crave?
Blood Rites; a thousand demons sing.

Oh mittens
fiercest above all the kittens
wherein didst this fire of fury spark?
wast thou a killer in a former life,
riding the lightning unto the next?
wast thou a bastard child,
twisted by thy life of strife?
Be ye a beast of the wild,
or be ye merely hexed?

No matter... thy story told,
quakes terror into even the bold.
The pitter patter of bloody splatters,
a poor jogger grasps his neck
and slips into silence forevermore.
Nothing else matters.

Oh Mittens,
Dread kitten...
Why dost thou taketh life?
I feed thee till ye could burst,
it does little to slake that thirst
of mindless blood, torment and rage.
Megaton fury in a tiny furry cage.

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