From out of the black I came to stay A victum of my soul I just wanted to play In fields of flowers made the way From over the places of curds and whey
May the tribute to the son and fish We are the vitals signs of this No purpose to be so damn free Stable full still a mare runs for a fee
Cobblestone is but a bounce in ride Killer of the wayside is a new pride In able voice the bastard make his stand Hand down they kills the roadside man
Cleft of foot in honor well as the bloke is off this hell Market to the queen and angels scream Lord of light and lord of night play the same One wins the hearts of men the other the name
Craft of markers in the square leave a body cold there No pleasure is left of body try and fear is in her loving eye A catch of truth bears her soul for all to view Oft the head of the innocence in you
Burden layer in a bed of nails Fish fly across a portion sailed Molly takes the road traded best In anger I take the one travel less
Shanty we role the die one last time Clothes divided with the last of sour wine Mirth of birth is left on stage Riot in the town is now all the rage
Call me a winner here but the tank leaves not a single tear Belly lays upon the turret well as the driver sends the lot to hell Squish of the bodies here can not see sour wines is free Crispy critters as eh kids go up in flames Burned beyond any names
And the fishes and the wine all look the same Souls lost in the view of some religilous gain The daddy empties his gun they kill the daughter while raping the son Master of the fate of man devil in the brew understands
Chain of iron broke before its time lord takes back the wheels of brine Standing in the field of death I claim all that are mine
As the body parts fill the air and the seven maidens turn out to be missing hair And the river comes goes for the driver of the barge with time has become an old
One coin above each eye, a pretty one beneath the tongue wonder how it is dead man bite some one In the quill of writers script a teary eyed faith is found as the crooked little path find solace in the ground
Rail in rally said and the coffin of the living becomes the bed of the dead Head bowed low serrated from the body she said and madam Guillotine claims another face Oh how I love this creature of the human race
Last upon the wave and the quest of forever gave forth a person to save In the Angle of cheer we kept the faith and stayed just one more year
Ah yes the smell of death captured in the cycle of burning fear
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
The fifth and final book of the Jade Owl Legacy sees a full battle for life as we know it. The world is threatened by the denizens of the Jade Village leading the China Hans through a fantastical world and to a conclusive battle.
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