Sky is turning, man in black leather comes
Shakra King of Gods waving
I am fine
Sky is burning, shark attack strike lonesome
Vesanumi, demon king facing
I'm in line
May your soul rise to heaven
Before the devil knows you're dead
Cause your soul is required
As this lotion of blood feels me
I'm drowning and it kills me
Stars are running, lepperd ghosts in the run
Shakra king of god's praying
Gor-Cock
Souls are vitering, the end is yet to be done
Brahama God of creation
Gor-Hen

Vasco Pompaelo*