THE GHOUL AND THE SERAPH
Beetle and worm and I will ward
The feastful graves of lout and lord.
The feastful graves of lout and lord.
Raven and kestrel, kite and crow,
The swart patrol of northern lands,
Gather your noisy, bickering bands—
The reindeer bleeds upon the snow!
Beetle and worm and I will ward
The feastful graves of lout and lord.
The swart patrol of northern lands,
Gather your noisy, bickering bands—
The reindeer bleeds upon the snow!
Beetle and worm and I will ward
The feastful graves of lout and lord.
Arms of a wanton girl are good,
Or hands of harp-player and knight!
Breasts of the nun be sweet and white,
Sweet is the festive friar's blood!
Beetle and worm and I will ward
The feastful graves of lout and lord.
Or hands of harp-player and knight!
Breasts of the nun be sweet and white,
Sweet is the festive friar's blood!
Beetle and worm and I will ward
The feastful graves of lout and lord.
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