Mine enemies were as weeds
they flowered thick in number,
I scythed them one by one
and created a desert
so dry, that nothing dares to grow,
except for me
the rolling wind
and my nodding yes-men crows
Mine enemies were as weeds
they flowered thick in number,
I scythed them one by one
and created a desert
so dry, that nothing dares to grow,
except for me
the rolling wind
and my nodding yes-men crows
