My body goes into deep recession- deep enough to fancy the fallen gargoyle.
King Hades, bring your crown to the royal court.
I must confess that my ship has missed the port, so I shall lead my crew to the south side of the remote.
I swear on the blood of the father that I will take this oath.
To the grave if I must, and fully convey your worth.
The provocation you unleash is but a hobby for this mind.
So much is are your behaviors adapted within that all I see is kind.
In all honesty, I must say that your mental capacity is much more useful than what was expected.
But not a day passes when I wish I could figure the prophecy to this totem.