I read it in the paper,
Like everyone else...

I don't know why,
This feeling I feel...

Just one question,
With one desired answer...

So hot that blood boils,
Thick trails run like rivers...

We sit by the fire,
By the burning pyre...

Alas the lid's now firmly shut,
Your time to rest is finally here...

Walking through the marsh one day,
I listened to what my commander would say...

Je sais tu sais,
Je t'adore...

I began this poem,
To describe every thought...

Our boat drew near,
And maximized our fear...

Upon his head a pair of horns,
Sharper than the sharpest thorns...

Sweet Melanie, I sing your song
So sweet, as you are too, my love...