I blinked, and smelled the beautiful decay
Which 'neath the hidden tombs of Ledir lay.
Like broken teeth, the shapeless bugs crawled through
My open mouth, encouragéd by you.
You took my ring, and placed it on your hand.
I tried to scream, to issue a command,
And would have, but my curséd tongue
Had long since been removed, on plaster hung.
Your gleeful grin sent shivers through my corpse.
Your eyes expressed no pity, no remorse.
I stirred, but still you somehow failed to see
The death within me pleading t'let me be.
You took my head, and brought it home to Bryne.
You drilled my skull, and used it to drink wine.
When you still lived, I waited for your end to near.
Now that it came, you have my vengeánce to bear.