Ode Rise of Poetry Death of the Owl King Part 2

Have no fellowship with unfruitful dark black moors cold zephyr for now truth does spark a fire within the heart run far black dogs truth defeats feeds seething flesh to the hogs Lord punishes high ones coven’s of death trumpet of God host angels with one breath though they all gather for the last battle shiver satan for your own death rattles it will not stand serpents cast into fire Liars bewitch death’s end a molten mire So beware their snares the child only sleeps those who mutter and peep your sorceries keep as for me I know you have no keys so cry my King cometh God’s Word upon his thigh - Based upon Erlking, Der Erlkönig and his supernatural death