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From The Torn Pages of The Errant Knight

I You showed me this land of prison And to you I idolised many humans Amidst the burning horizon I camp in that wild town They gave me papers to which songs sang This land has produced many storms and you Shared your charming mad laughs and Forever have drawn people beheading gods with Swords and spears – yet you have lived in stillness II When I was approached by the delicate wind on Top of hills swaying the desert trees melodiously free I saw the happiness in me on you And the still to come grasslands beyond scorpions But only then will you have shown me the intricate song Of elders shining relics on top of dunes so clear That if taken inside – doomed to take within If not for the sands in my mouth III There is a path which riddle your mind To speak of the past forever But then the idols silence its followers And in that desert drown and misshape to become A season though the wind comes again Singing to me the words of a beau

Eee-he-he-heeeeee!

Arr Arr Arr in the dark black night, Swinging swords at the foe left and right, Boarding ships taking loot and their cannon, Sending gifts, fresh fruits, with a blasting wagon, Mwa-ha-haa and we found that map, Docked on the coast then we take a nap, Bells at dawn ring ring ring ring, Look for gold and hear us sing, Let us walk and take our axe, Pick those pearls and the chests on your backs, Hell erupted on the mount, Leaving the island gems to count, In our cabins smelling our gold, This is the story the witch foretold, She has a hair like that of a snake, Shelves of potions and a toxic cake, In the centre a giant pot, Eyes so big and a greenish snot, Mixed so well that you can smell, And that is one of many a spell. Arr Arr Arr in the ocean storm, Captain stands and starts to inform, Grabbing gear and fixing holes, Few do drown so blessed their souls, Ancient ruins under the sea, Holes in skulls you have to see, Skeletons ar