(Note; This song is loosely based on Niccólo (did I spell that right?) and Alastair, so keep on mind credit for some of this goes to them and Aretha. Thank you for reading.)
Well gather round kiddies and sit on my lap
Then after this story you can go have nap
I'll tattle a tale of one now grown broken
This is how the man's life became his token
Well walking in the woods one day
Heading to his house
He kissed his kid
He kissed his dog
And then he kissed his spouse
He took an axe
Went CHOP CHOP CHOP
And timber he did cry
Then in the morning
Fell to his knees
And screamed out why why why
Well gather round kiddies, do stay close
The tale will teach you well
Its the tale of how an innocent man
Was sent to hell
See not hours before this man, he met a demon name
He took it in, pushed it down, thought it was his to claim
But this name didn't sit so well with being second in command
To make his point and claim his place he forced his captures hand
Gather round kiddies, rest your heads
Soon you be sleeping in your beds
As the tale of this man now does slow
Insanity no longer his foe
See those images lay on his lids even when he looks away
And due to this the monster in his head on him did prey
This empty husk of a man now wanders, murders, sings
He'll tell the tale of his life, of the broken king
And when he's done and the story ends
On his listeners he preys
See maiming, torturing, killing kids
Is how he gets through his days.
*insane cackling*
