he swings his swordside to side and topsy turvey.
bulging eyes, serpent hair
one even the gods fear.
Prancing horse with ivory eyes,
rides like the prince of netherlm.
his each step measures the world,
his normal ride takes million steps.
wrath and anger seen in his sword,
love and care seen in his eyes.
he's the hero everyone dreamsin
this world he would never come.
not cos he cant , butcos he wont,
as he alwaysbe in ous dreams.