"Dungeons And Drag Queens (In 3 Measures) -1" by Holy Molar

Oh, loathsome midnight dreary throught pit and bog, a
forgotten road tis thee I fear of old. Hark! Thither a
chateau! With hunting forbode it filled me. Yet it ruins. I
hastened to it bleakly, reasons unclearly. Though still as
death whilst my heart it beat with terror at this profound
mystery I stumbled upon error.