Unknown (Riddle Genius) - Riddles From The Book Of Exeter "91-95" lyrics

91. My head was hammered into shape, scarred by sharp chisels, scoured by a file. I often gape at what faces me when wearing rings, I thrust firmly against a hard object; hollowed out from behind, I strain at what stands between my lord and his heart's desire at midnight. Sometimes I pull back my nose, guardian of gold, when my murderous lord plans to steal treasures from those whom he has disposed of, just as he pleases. 92. This Riddle did not survive 93. Untranslated :( 94. This Riddle did not survive :( 95. Untranslated :(