Brocken Witch

I no longer want to be a man.

I want to be a horse.

Men have small thoughts.

I need a tail.

Give me a tail.

Tell me a tale

Of the children that stood in the way

Of the endless winter

Of the white witch who's longing to cripple impale

I, i am the boy.

She, she is the girl.

He he is the bear.

We we are the army you see through the red haze of blood

Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood

Blood blood blood

I, i am the girl.

She, she is the girl.

He, he is the bear.

We, we, we want to be

Him(i), we(i), we(i) want to be a horse.

I, i am the boy

She, she is the girl.

He, he is the bear.

And we, we we are the army

You see through the red haze of blood

Blood blood blood blood

We are the army you see through the red haze of

Blood blood blood blood

We are the army you see through the red haze of

Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood

Wanna be a horse

I i i

Wanna be a horse

I i i

Wanna be a horse

I i i

I i i

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I, i am the boy.

She, she is the girl.

He, he, he is the bear

We, we, we are the army you see through the red haze of

Blood blood blood blood

We are the army you see through the red haze of

Blood blood blood blood

We are the army you see through the red haze of

Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood

Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood

Blood blood blood blood

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