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Solemnly, sweetly sung upon the fells,
Mortals' fearful fascination hails
The reclusive exile's softly spoken words to tell
Of dead men's final words; whispers, wails
From fallen friends ensnared within his private hell.
Collects their souls and spins their tales,
Enchanted fools may stay a spell
For Bonefiend, seduced and lost beyond the veil.