Svartby : Karl's Egg Farm
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1. KARL'S EGG FARM
There was a man
Whose name was Karl
All dirty beard and smoking socks,
He scratched his stinky balls
He had a farm
With nothing more but poultry
He bred his hens with love
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand
They fit
Every meal
Either lord or burgher
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand
There was a witch
Whose name's a mess
All dirty hands and smoking warts,
She scratched her stinky toads
She had a farm
With nothing more but poultry
Infesting it with toads and love
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand
Hatch, hatch,
Incubate, incubate
Cockerel eggs for the next shipment
Hatched, hatched
From famous eggs
Basilisks rip some fucking throats
All lords and burghers in the morning
Have for breakfast
Brand new "Eggs of Karl"
All town's a mess,
All panic through the streets
Greet Farmer's Famous Eggs
2. MORBID QUAG
Far, far
Dark might has spread
Claimed the ancient forests
Weak, small
Razed hamlets
Left in desolation
What's beyond
The city walls
Ain't an easy target
Morbid scab
Of townsfolk
Reeks with human stench
Marshland
Spread around the walls
Witches
Bane the creatures of the swamp,
Swamp
Toads, sludge
Willows, moss
Sweet and wet smell of rot
Go for it,
Accept the swamp
Quag's your next-door pal now
Green, yellow
Glaring eyes
Staring through mire fog
Muffled songs
Of slime and ooze
Slurped and whispered from the bog
Twisted
Gene pools
Molding flesh and herb
Raising
Dead bodies
From the grounds of glory
Mutated
Monsters creep
Greet new snouts and faces
Quaggy grounds
Instead of fields
Not a playground anymore
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