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 fucking 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.