A Response to the Dark Lord
Your black feathers fall to the ground,
vaperising without a sound.
From up high smooth ground stings.
You'll know when we break your wings.
[an army of men yell "Ho!" and stomp,
let's refer to this as "[Ho!]"]
spear,axe, hammer, sword!
Truth, Justice, "For the Lord!"
Fire, shadow, lightning, thunder,
with your magic our land you plunder!
Cold iron will break your charms,
"You come, You come"
We raise our arms!
Be it flame or snow!
To fight we go!
We'll pluck you off the skis!
And strike a blade between those soulless eyes!