Morgul - the horror grandeur

""I can think of a thousand ways to kill you But none so cruel As keeping you alive Ghastly horrific grandeur Symphonic decadence Violent strings Distorted tunes on crippled wings So you og 'round and round To this such a frightful overture A carusel of insanity And the clowns of the show are us Spread the great plague And death reeking with splendour Rattle your puppet links To the orchestra's song A masquerade ball To which you have been summoned A gathering of the demented The clowns of the show are us The mad conductors Of the horror grandeur You have got the resemblance of a pig young man And you shall have peace The prospect of death And the hope of hell The comedy is over by Khavaleiro Negro""

Written by:
John Olberg

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