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Author: shoshodem
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-12-07 - Updated: 11-12-07 - Complete - id:2437771

Whoa! I was the one!

Who caused the gun

To shoot them all below

The peasants are engraved in stone

To the stars above

I raise my iron glove

And their lights shine down on me

To that I ask the people “Do you believe?”

I am Europe’s majesty

I am their destiny

To all I am their king

Praise me and sing

Here in the valley of conflicts

The bells all toll

Their sounds echo on

And ring for their souls

I sounded them off

For war I sought

Nobody can beat me now

I shall raid the gold of their towns

And my wings give flight

My steps are all majestic

You may call me the Sun God

But to me you’re all Satanist

To sound the bells of war I do

The bloodshed amuses me

Through and through

Their pain will all be ended soon

Auras of the gods

Stretches far out

To all my nobles

I pledge thee to shout

At our enemies

And all the creatures in the land

Unite together hand and hand

Calling all French from every grain of sand

To our foes we shall to them separate and dis-band

And my wings give flight

My steps are all majestic

You may call me the Sun God

But to me you’re all Satanist

To sound the bells of war I do

The bloodshed amuses me

Through and through

Their pain will all be ended soon

Arrows block out the sun

Killing foes by the ton

Cheering oh what fun!

Look at them! They’re on the run!

And all the people praise me

In god they trust and believe

And my wings give flight

I was chosen by divine right

And my wings spread is such a sight

Watch as I fly and light up the night

You may call me the Sun God

With a specter in my hand

And a lightning rod

I do conquer all

And on the battle field they give flight

My steps are all majestic

My foes stop in place and shout Sun God!

Knowing I will defeat these Satanist

To sound the bells of death I do

Their bloodshed will amuse me

Through and through

Their pain however will not be ended soon

I fly to the center of the sun

Prayers are shouted from everyone

Divine right I am giving by God himself

Only through absolute can we truly help

And through that my wings give flight

I take steps in a majestic way

You may call me the Sun God

For I am here to stay

I am

I am

I am the Sun God

I am



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