Bloody Bloodloch

I walk through halls dimly lit
I hear screams of death
A prisoner's throat is slit

I trudge through bat guano
I kick the beetles as I pass
But down I go, down below

What is that terrible stink?
I dodge the Nazetu
For flatulence makes me sick

It is almost completely dark
Moans, groans and woes
I think, "What the fark?"

Belching, a knight stands alone
A ghastly ghast
And one horrible crone
Is this now my sanctuary?Bloody BloodlochA dictatorship and
aristocracyBetween the muck and decay
Aye, yes I love it so
For here I will be okay

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Arios, in the year 146 MA.