an ill wind this night does howl
spirits taunt some wicked game
to banish thee to Hades bowel
for evil do knoweth thy name
and woe be unto the unwary
the earth below will see thee rot
and drag you far beneath to bury
for courage shall save thee not
0320 meanwhile above the madness
And I'll stand over your grave
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masters of war?
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