Morrowmire (Tarja Cover)

Created for Tarja's Event: Ritual of Nonsense Playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/43aecc40-4ffa-4650-ad99-c603ec73e131 Lyrics: [Intro] Verily the rafter-rune doth grin. Hmmm... broth-bell gloweth blue. Morrowmire. Razzurel. Rorram of the marrow moon. [Verse 1] Betwixt yon rust-red mirror-gate I met a rare old thimble-wyrm. He wore a coronet of pepperglass and warbled in amber-murk. Quoth I, "Good morrow, briar-king, what realm be this, what road runneth?" He rolled three ribs athwart the floor and rang my name by ribbon-tongue. Rrrackle, rrramble, rrruin-right. Hmmm. Rrrrah! Rrruin-right. Rrruin-right. [Chorus] Morrowmire, rrruin me right, roll me through the raven night. Verily, rightward, brightrot brood, I kiss chaos and dub it good. Morrowmire, bramble byte, Rrrrrrr... hmmm... make the wrong feel right. Morrowmire. Morrowmire. [Verse 2] Yonder a reverend radish king lay throned in mortar, violet chalk. He knew no law, he broke all clocks, then taught the stones to rear and walk. Bardlewd in the vapor murmured "luma kora, zhen", half-blessing, half-bite on the rear of my pen. I wore a threadbare relic and a radish crown, with broth-rune ribbon on a rust-red gown. Alack, I grinned. Hummmmm. Radish crown. Rust-red gown. [Chorus] Morrowmire, rrruin me right, roll me through the raven night. Verily, rightward, brightrot brood, I kiss chaos and dub it good. Morrowmire, bramble byte, Rrrrrrr... hmmm... make the wrong feel right. [Bridge] Under the rib of yon ruin-star, I heard red earth purr. Naught whole. Naught pure. Here the reverie writhes in iron bloom. Rrrr... let it blur. Rrrr... let it whirr. Blur. Whirr. Bloom. [Final Chorus] Morrowmire, rrruin me right, roll me through the raven night. Verily, rightward, brightrot brood, I kiss chaos and dub it good. Morrowmire, bramble byte, Rrrrrrr... hmmm... make the wrong feel right. Rrradiant. Reverrrent. No law. No lore. Pure rraven rite. Pure rraven rite. [Outro] Morra... mire...