SPICY (The Pied Piper)
Harvested from the caves of fire
Picked by the body of the serpent slain
Queen of ransoms and trades
The oil that flowed through the desert
A wish to clip the Heathen wings
The eradication of the savage
The tearing of fruit from mother-tree
The tears blood red rubbed into eyes
The colonizer’s trail of devastation
In his savage thirst for all things spicy.
Written to Dunkelheit by Burzum
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