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<b><i>Her Fangs Were the Jagged Reef</i></b> | |||
<blockquote> Her fangs were the jagged reef | |||
upon which my heart were scuttled. | upon which my heart were scuttled. | ||
Sharper than iron, sharper than steel! | Sharper than iron, sharper than steel! | ||
They rent my calloused flesh | They rent my calloused flesh | ||
like the scythe beheads the pleading captive. | like the scythe beheads the pleading captive. | ||
Sharper than iron, sharper than steel! | Sharper than iron, sharper than steel! | ||
O! | O! | ||
Would the god of gravediggers | Would the god of gravediggers | ||
inter me in the caverns of my mother's mother | inter me in the caverns of my mother's mother | ||
when this blade opens my throat's blue vein. | when this blade opens my throat's blue vein. | ||
Sharper than iron, sharper than steel!</blockquote> | Sharper than iron, sharper than steel!</blockquote> | ||
<b><i>Ere we are extinguished forever</i></b> | |||
<blockquote>Let the ale flow - let it flow! | |||
as the wells at the bottom of the world | |||
burst forth eternal from the headwaters. | |||
Let the song resound - let it resound! | |||
as the stars and planets sing | |||
in the harmony of the spheres. | |||
Let the courtesans dance - let them dance! | |||
as the forest dances | |||
against the relentless wind. | |||
Let pleasure ever be known - ever be known! | |||
ere we are extinguished forever | |||
in the blackness beneath the earth.</blockquote> | |||
<b><i>Grognoth the Warrior-Maid</i></b> | |||
<blockquote>Beyond compare, Grognoth the warrior-maid, | |||
whose suitors filled the catacombs beneath | |||
the caverns of her mothers! Unafraid | |||
of any battle, unwilling to sheath | |||
her blade before a host of hundreds! Fear | |||
her beauty, goblin men who seek to bed | |||
the warrior maiden! Many suitors ere | |||
you came did Grognoth gleefully behead. | |||
Though many wicked elves fell at her blade | |||
and many drams of dwarven blood she spilt, | |||
her lovers suffered most of all she slayed - | |||
in them she sunk her dagger to the hilt. | |||
And with her bare arms, sinewed taut and fine, | |||
she snapped many a courting bridegroom's spine.</blockquote> | |||
<b><i>The moon's light is as nothing</i></b> | |||
<blockquote>the moon's light is as nothing | |||
to the sacramental bonfire | |||
that burns in the great cavern. | |||
the sun's light is as nothing | |||
to the blaze within my chest | |||
when I touch your lithe, gray body</blockquote> | |||