I am the dark lord,
Ruler of the decimating sword...

Dark ominous clouds swirl in with feverish speed,
The walls of Valhalla tremble at the thunderous...

Having thrown a few clothes in a bag,
I left this place long ago, and began to roam...

Through the years, I thought it was good, thought...
My rock, my pedestal, Gibraltar for infinity...

Dear mom:
I can not take it anymore...

1st Verse:
It's been a rough ride...

Come with me, my deteriorating child,
We will be trekking far into the wild...

Your skin is so smooth,
You have a magnificent thigh...

It's a constant barrage,
It's our life flashing by, in some sick, twisted...

I see a poor child staring through a window,
At an unattainable plaything in a toy store mall...

Do you hear me, my little child?
It's the gray ghost...and you are the one I...

The despondency of life has defeated you,
The food has lost it's flavor...