Come on in, to my filth kept cave
Don't mind the decaying bodies and that head on my stave
Take a seat dear don't mind the dead eyes
I'll fetch you a rock with poison inside
Pick up that coin take a treasure or two
Your thoughts will become hunger and my thoughts will come too
Let the greed come and the darkness empart
As i swallow your body I'll spit out your heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem