Annatar, Annatar,you Lord of Gifts? Do you want un dono or some poison? Your Seprentongue silently whisps Bring me All the Noise In. Occult, Occult, Vrakatulat. Ash Nazg - Krimpatul. Shte pokadza cvyat Umri - Gurzul. Oh, hello, there fair face? Should I always call you An? Or the feminine hipocricy stays, always sodomised by Morgoth's plan. Oh, you Elven Prince, so melancholically assertive, You are serious and rinse your eyes and parts dirth of. I heard a story unbegotten A wedding day with paperwhite crowns Thou shall Becometh Me, Once, The Almighty Decad, essence Unforgotten. You, Morgoth, wear an ocular globus embedded as a jewel in your front Today, the Trinity of the Nobus becometh; and uttered... Acrobatic treasure hunt..!
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