Gutted like a fish
Hung up by the neck...
Armour black as night,
Glinting from moons light...
Whirlwind, do you know my name?
I'm the Emancipator, here to lay claim...
This poem is made out of blue...
When the music starts
She crates fairies and angels...
Into the courtyard, to the site,
Wondrous pleasure, and an honor to be here...
You were a specter, a mirage provoked by the...
Its playful rays deceived me with their drawings...
You run through the woods
Feeling the earth underneath your muddy paws...
When you were living you never thought about...
When you died you meet death and found a swords...
Save me from hell
with loving tender arms pull me in...
You use your power to your advantage
may all bow down to you...
Bow down
you fool...