Trees cry to the touch of their wind,
Plagues that angels cannot rescind.
Cats are possessed in cahoots with the Bat,
We’re back in business, the battle must start.
Tis not a lie that our fathers fought back
With juju, Voodoos and dogs that don’t bark,
But they were crushed, regrets to tell;
The mighty the meek, on the ground they fell.
My hometown, the devourer of stars.
Show your face, I’m gonna kick your ass.
I’ve been told you gather your witches to censor me,
Your king the Bat will fall to WHO lives in me.
Hear o ye who have run!
Return home, the curses have torn.
You may rule the West or blossom in the East,
Your home is your pride unless you’re a beast.