I am the sands of time; the brandywine
I am a black raven; Cawing at demons and infidels
Sinister spells; rusty dagger for the children of hell
Serpent tongue sissing in a hollow log
Eating foul and rabbits in the dreary fog
Angelic wind blowing in the heavenly sky
Dark catharsis. Dark catharsis. Dark catharsis.
I am a white dove soaring above the eagles and hawks
I am a sly hunter, staking out the quail and fox
I possess a nine millimeter which bulges out of my pants
I am a demon-worshipper who engages in rituals and chants
Sissing serpent. Sissing serpent. Sissing serpent.
Rusty dagger for the children of hell
I am deaf for I do not listen well
Tournament at noon in the high square
I'm there! Signing up for the gamesmanship
Winning it all with my penmanship
Red fox kills the sissing serpent as the black raven watches
The black raven holds many memories of the hunt
It was born a runt, and his mother was a cunt
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