The monster of Ashland was the source of darkness
But nothing can stay against Captain Cur’s blade’s sharpness
The mixture of blood just ran through the air,
I imagined for once my own bier
Death was close to us
I remember my house in the mars
But there was no time to waste,
Ant it was the time that I felt that painful lambaste
I wrapped in darkness….
Written by Ellias Anderson, Captain A
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