The Wanderer
See the wanderer
Wandering in the darkness
The writer of death
The passion in his eyes
His voice dancing across the page
Emotion in his veins
He sees the dark souls
Floating aimlessly in space
Nowhere to turn to...
On the open road
A green bird on his shoulder
He walks in darkness
Whatever happens
In this dark world of chaos
One man rules us all
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