Testo di Flee The Graven Claw

The graven and stinking juggernaut was raised from black pout and the scubbed loins of Black Pete Douglass, his coarse and twitching pale cheeks the most fall words that summon the dirge demon forth Creaking and raging at its slumber broken, wood wheels infinite in number Black Douglass , what have you done?! More a mercenary man Then mason, now magician! The craving unblinking behemoth with black heat and the hulled shapes of cracked casket Douglass, his wits and jellied limbs fluster across the fall grounds that house the dead sea men forth Seeking and baying as it lumbers croaking, worms dripping to squelch asunder Black Douglass , what have you done?! More a mercenary man Then mason, now magician!