Lyre, Lyre

Speak to me
O toothless wonder
What ist doth you say?
Speak the truth
Forsake forsooth
On this your judgement day

Your time has come
It is your turn
Your tongue a stained lyre
You could have healed
Your mortal soul
Now you'll feel hells fire

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