Burning in dark night
My enemies weigh-laid
But I find might is right
What can be the fate
Of one whose lot is plight
The thorn that grows upon the tree
Bleeds dark red on white
And from the sceptred isle
To the monarchy of hate
I row my river boat
Down lanes to pearly gate
She dons her crown
I take it, not a minute too late
For the Queen does frown
At the merriment of state
A follower of the king
Came by his banquet table
To present to him the crown
For to prove that he was able
Get up you lowly dog he says
Go fetch me a pitcher of wine
But after he brought it to the man-god
For his adventure did he pine
My liege I am an adventurer
My turkey bruises well
When left to ruts and ditches
The snakes belly does swell
He must take on witches
Fight dragons and ogres as well
Or else his eternal itches
Will cause him infernal hell
Indeed young man then go on
Your mortal steaming quest
Just bring back my pearly daughter
Whose been captured by the Vest
Oh my pearl cried the Queen
And fell into a quivering dream
She sits in the underworld
Ruled by the dark prince Bream
Bream oh bream
His tokens have a wall upon my body
His fishy scales
Like mighty whales
Send shivers down my spine
He has no sense of time
And even his living is a crime
For none too soon
Shall I swoon under his pescalian
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