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.