Along the old Decrepit Cemetary 
In the Rusty and Burning Hoofs 
For Native Stench of your Grave 
I Arrived in Blind Aggression to you 
...O Galadriel 
Making the Row on the Same Grave 
Making More and More Sholderblades 
Of The Fucking Priest!!! 
I Hold, On The Twisted Knife 
The Eyehole of the Last (finally) Priest 
No More Material 
For the Threshing Machine 
For my Electric Desecrators 
But Anyway I Continue to Desecrate 
Sitting on the Rotting and Stenching 
Grave of Galadriel.