Let it be known through discourse, violent strain;
A tense and flowing will to stain purity,
That of a long gone past, replaced by pain,
To remove, to protect immaturity;
Fadest into the night dear mad sweet prince;
That which slain the harbinger of darkness,
Forgive me, for they are hard to convince;
They whose mind is fully brimmed with starkness,
With a stout battlecry the fallen yet rise;
Those who wish to take back the long gone past,
Those who would fight until the last man dies,
Maybe then, would all torment end at last,
Beware then you heathens of the group who,
With swords wielded, in a rage shout "pewpew"!
A tense and flowing will to stain purity,
That of a long gone past, replaced by pain,
To remove, to protect immaturity;
Fadest into the night dear mad sweet prince;
That which slain the harbinger of darkness,
Forgive me, for they are hard to convince;
They whose mind is fully brimmed with starkness,
With a stout battlecry the fallen yet rise;
Those who wish to take back the long gone past,
Those who would fight until the last man dies,
Maybe then, would all torment end at last,
Beware then you heathens of the group who,
With swords wielded, in a rage shout "pewpew"!
