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With bleeding gums and bulging eye, He stalks the land where shadows lie. From pasture green to darkened glen, He roams the night, our wicked bane.
He steals the sheep and cattle fair, From tranquil fields, he draws his snare. In moonlit hours, with hunger’s might, He feasts upon the livestock’s fright.
O townsfolk, heed this solemn plea, When twilight falls, do not stray free. For on the outskirts, near the trees,The Grum awaits, on haunted breeze.
So raise your voice in solemn prayer, Against the Grum, we must beware. With steadfast hearts, we’ll stand our ground,And guard our kin from evil’s sound.
The grum haunts me with his devilish crooked smile
And bleeding gums
In shadows deep where whispers dwell,
The Grum awakes, a tale to tell.
With bleeding gums and crooked grin,
He lingers where the light grows thin.
His bulging eyes, like lanterns' glow,
Reflect the darkness all around,
A creature forged from ancient night,
In realms where hope and fear are bound.
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