Darazdeblek unveiled the path and Sustained our fate with nonsensical sentences... "At the surface of the river Glance Whistle the taboos of a mystified aesthete chancellor Dancing around the working loom... " He said "I wish that you could ever read what's on my mind... I wish that you could ever glow sometimes... Within those days I'll dance above the river Glance And my prick is what you'll feel... " Torn ! Tasks ! Machines ! Tempted properties... The looming chancellor swings among the mango women-leaves This taste for sweet noise delivers the disease ! Man ! In those lands of wasted words we pray for silent wind... And sing "I wish that you could ever read what's on my mind... I wish that you could ever glow sometimes... Within those days I'll dance above the river Glance And my prick is what you'll feel... " Our fella came to us to ask for redemption... And as a good claimer gave us gifts of compa**ion And told us about his dissident brother Who was born in an eagle glove and Above us wanted to tower... But the Sword and the Wreck The Clash and wheels of time The eagle crushed the glove And in the forth finger he died And moaned "I wish that you could ever read what's on my mind... I wish that you could ever glow sometimes... Within those days I'll dance above the river Glance And my prick is what you'll feel... "