In the Shades of Storming Mountains...
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For it corrupts all my pleasure
And tears my veins up, either
When the bunch of useless parasites
Is wolfing at my feast tonight
Roast is tasty
Whores are lusty
Being as the loot
For my bravest troops
Parasiting vermin
Which we will be hunting
So now my true servants
Find and kill the filthy rats
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