Change of route
A joker salutes
Weird nasty look
The army gets hooked
To hunt him down
It's a long way to dawn
He is known to me
But not a friend of me
Blood is pumping inside
He is not by my side
A crazy lucky guy
That I know for a while
I hope his wings are still strong
And he doesn't bother for a bong
A big castle waits for him
Every time he goes to sleep
The base is getting bigger
A builder would be eager
listen to the nice prayer
To make a circle, square
Maximus would prepare one day
to go to some bay
Sun with a gun
War will began
And worries will be gone…
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