A L A R I C

You say it you're w e a k
you wont let me d o w n
you l i e through your t e e t h
you s m i l e in your s l e e p

The Thoroughbred beast entered ther lands at a gallops, locomotion in full swing. His breath-taking speed made him a charcoal blur against the blue landscape. Soon did the titan slow and before long made a complete halt atop a hill in the middle of the terratory.

To all who care to listen. These lands now belong to me, Alaric.

I dream of s.t.e.e.l, m a r o o n and w.a.r.m
your end
you gasp for air, I'll see this t h r o u g h
I'll s e e through you