Once with knees soiled in the blood of a phoenix, while kowtowed to Death's altar; now bathed in the cascades of the night.
In the forest we all; She, Mom and Dad; Every source of wealth; The nature and more.
While holding his breath, four forces convened above.
There once was a man named Ed, who never took women to bed. When he wanted to diddle, he'd cut out her middle, and hang up the rest in his shed.
Lead us to our lost brother, and we will rejoice in his arms.
