Foul Tarnished

Foul tarnished Thou, marred by the flame of ambition Tremble now with fear Someone must extinguish thy flame Thy will is thine own Tremble now with fear For the hands of the Fell Omen will soon be upon thee To put out thy little flame Have it writ upon thy meagre grave "Felled by King Morgott, last of all kings" Thy will is thine own Tremble now with fear For the hands of the Fell Omen will soon be upon thee To put out thy little flame