All around our stout smurfs hurling,
Paw so silent with buck fat and tail.
Varulyar howl icy cold,
Sweeps in fog the fanty's dance.
Please and brother listen and hear,
We are from the gast son ill-fated there.
There He who laughs the bottle he takes,
Swings with it until the day dawns.
Gas and ghosts are glimpsed in the corner,
Day ¦things drag rotting corpses.
Bones rattle spè¦hands grope,
What is your throat's rattling scream.
All the horrors of hell are unleashed loose,
The devil rides around with his whole rope.
When he laughs the bottle he takes,
Swings with it until the day dawns.

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