Hoc-us poc-us the merchants are coming,
with a rata TA tat the death drum is drumming,
with black tears, tearing his eyes,
a deep dark shadow suffocates his cries,
but god saw something in him so very pure,
he saw something he liked but wasn't that sure,
so he sent a golden angle up from above,
to teach this guy to fight in the word of love,
so now he fights and doesn't hide,
he fights in the name of god and stands by his side,
