we are kind of same, the sword i
we are kind of same, the shield and i

we are kind of same, house of mine
we are kind of same, pain of mine


there's a giant caterpillar under my flooahhhhh,
bigger, meaner, worm than ever befoahhh!

my sword kills the satans child. it cries and takes a last breath from shiny, bloody sword. luck has nothing to do with this.
my own son is a son of caterpillars crest. i take the heart from my chest....to burn it awayyyyhhh, to hell i mean.