Forked Tongue
For whence wind doth blow icy,
ye shall shiver deep within thy soul.
From forked tongue doth ye lie,
upon weary pray doth thou prowl.
Ye shall take the form of a crow.
For whence wind doth blow icy,
Ye shall shiver deep within thine own soul.
Upon a midnight clear,
thy shall see with thine own eyes.
The son of the one on high.
He shall cast thy evil soul.
Into eternity within a lake of fire.
Forsake ye did the son,
Mocked his blood thee did,
whence thou uttered lies,
from thine forked tongue.
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