We have kill these people many
Have raided their land aplenty
But then they fought back
When we began to slack
Now we have lost men over twenty
A man called “Nobody” who was quite bold
Blinded the son of a god of old
By claiming his fame
Declaring his name
He was doomed to suffering untold
Oh great man who stole my heart
I always thought that I was smart
You conquered my spell
For you, my love fell
But you disappeared fast as a dart
The songs of birds entice the crowd
But danger this song does enshroud
The bodies of birds
The voices of girls
These things that death does surround