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Gather round, but come not near
As I spin a tale of Lamy, my dear
Weary travelers, bequeath a moan
Submitting to their end, alone
As cold winter sets, in the dreaded gloam
She'll come and lift your soul to home
Your end is nigh, but do not fret
There's hope you'll be reborn, a pet
As she opens wide, her rancid maw
You see them creeping, tooth and claw
Scuttle, scuttle, rattle and wheeze
The yukimin come crawling to appease her needs
Join them quick, and do not tarry
Hand over your skin, feel far more airy
After this, your life is simple
You'll never rest again, Van Winkle
The greatmother loves, without condition
Unless, somehow, you've left her mission
Of course you won't, you've no mind left
An open, vapid skull, bereft
The yukimin call, their voices growl
In the distance, too, you hear her howl
Quick enough, your time will come
Join you will, the demonic hum
The Lamy comes, you cannot flee
Soon rebirth will come to thee
As terror burns, you check once more...
Your time has come, she's OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR[/spoiler]