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Whisky DemonO banished one, we bow once more before your feetYou rose from the woods, of your cold island Now make all and one; serve you as capable slaves Your laugh void of remorse, an old elegy not of this world Thine heart is hard, begging is for naught. And your tale is certain, to be triumphant Master of the sea & the high lands; sparks fly from your eyes This now the last spring; the banks of rivers red with blood You have but to knock; and the doors of heaven flies open Warships have left port & hells engines are burning Smoking fumes and burning fires. This is your age Whisky! Demon! |