Stern man on heavy throne
Dark and blackend wood
Seated through the night alone
Bent under his hood
Sitting on his seat of awe
Welcoming his maker
Shadows on the last he saw
Death, etranal taker
Day is dawning, man is down
Sitting on this throne of fear
Day is mourning, night will shine
Apparitions will appear
Mound of earth and mossy stone
Barrow in the cold
Left to rot to dust and bone
Darkness, dirt and mould
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