Lost! Between the tombs rotting mushrooms have bloomed
The frozen winds swirl, a din of dead fumes
Not strong enough to snuff out her perfume
She is the master here, Her every breath brings new death to the atmosphere
The mirror shows us, she chose us to die
Dead mean don't dream up alibis
I heard the whispers of witches & wargs,
The lullaby that you lust after most
The only reason you fought was to feel the pain
The reassurances you sought should not be in vain
The worm has turned, salted wounds never healed
My secrets have been revealed...

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