I am the dark lord,
Ruler of the decimating sword...

Having thrown a few clothes in a bag,
I left this place long ago, and began to roam...

Dark ominous clouds swirl in with feverish speed,
The walls of Valhalla tremble at the thunderous...

Through the years, I thought it was good, thought...
My rock, my pedestal, Gibraltar for infinity...

Your skin is so smooth,
You have a magnificent thigh...

Do you hear me, my little child?
It's the gray ghost...and you are the one I...

It's a constant barrage,
It's our life flashing by, in some sick, twisted...

1st Verse:
It's been a rough ride...

Come with me, my deteriorating child,
We will be trekking far into the wild...

Dear mom:
I can not take it anymore...

The despondency of life has defeated you,
The food has lost it's flavor...

I see a poor child staring through a window,
At an unattainable plaything in a toy store mall...