Brocken witch

I no longer want to be a man.
I want to be a horse.
Men have small thoughts.
I need a tail.
Give me a tail.
Tell me a tale
Of the children that stood in the way
Of the endless winter
Of the white witch who's longing to cripple impale
I, i am the boy.
She, she is the girl.
He he is the bear.
We we are the army you see through the red haze of blood
Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood
Blood blood blood

I, i am the girl.
She, she is the girl.
He, he is the bear.

We, we, we want to be
Him(i), we(i), we(i) want to be a horse.

I, i am the boy
She, she is the girl.
He, he is the bear.
And we, we we are the army
You see through the red haze of blood
Blood blood blood blood
We are the army you see through the red haze of
Blood blood blood blood
We are the army you see through the red haze of
Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood

Wanna be a horse
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I, i am the boy.
She, she is the girl.
He, he, he is the bear
We, we, we are the army you see through the red haze of
Blood blood blood blood
We are the army you see through the red haze of
Blood blood blood blood
We are the army you see through the red haze of
Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood
Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood
Blood blood blood blood
Blood