Dark and frosty is your way. Your dear mummy used to say. Don’t be scared, don’t retreat, You will hit the top, indeed.
Maybe gold and worldwide glory, If you fail, then I’m sorry, Ogre demon you may win And will be yours the pretty Queen.
From the frail day of your birth You are scared of your death. Magic mushrooms are your food Never trust in neighborhood. Stereotypes are here and there Smiling monsters are everywhere. Pull the masks from their face Try to save your own race.
Ogre mushrooms and masks grew everywhere. Pseudo-dreams they spin. They spin for you, they spin for you.
They slaved you and your mind And they’re ruling from height, From height from height.
Wait a little, grow a bit With all power shoot and hit. Break the walls with wilderness Keep in pocket your kindness. Run fast, jump high Until the End. There you’ll find your Happy End.
Where it’s dark and always wet. Worms are your only candid friends. Here you have a lot time, To grieve your loss and the rhyme.