Lay the dirt on his soul!
Alas, feelings festers within no longer
A warrior fallen,
Cursed by himself,
His obsession is what laid him to rest!
Now, may he rest in peace,
Fallen warrior,
Or may he rise from beyond the grave
And lay waist to us all!
As we pray he never recovers
From the cold embrace of death
May we remember the waist he laid
To all our comrades!
And you, Canary!
Your elegance is impeccable
And immaculate heart, you must have!
And such beauty!
If I were a fool, I'd want you for myself
Canary, I ask you,
Will you join THE HANGMAN in his grave?