Haphazard

God Save us! And there is nothing. Drifting we can lose ourselves again. I have loved you. Warbled tongues slowly mutate, grotesque grow until slowing low the sweet refrain once more. I have loved you. Carrion, Morrigan sings and angling most marvelous she smarts the whole host. She classes them with giants and leaves their bones for glue. Fomorian, from me to you. Let us gather up a great host of gaurdian demons to ravage her. Let us cower beneath hedges and hollow barrow graves and soon someday there is another dream of forever and a day. Let us take that dream and, Fomorian, bring their bones to the boneyard where they will whiten and dry.