O' Father Crossbones
We are the dark men. We are hallow. Our souls no longer mold us. Which hunter is worthy of destroying our reign? For we are invincible. We vulture distant lands and make pray with the weak. Slaughter. Was it us who caused this devastation. Innocent. How the snake decieves. And we are rich. As their blood spills from our eyes. We are thirsty. Behold, this precious stone. Intelligence, we seak. Lies, we speak. We control. It is us who are considered villians. But look! They still carry our stones for comfort. Its our voice they follow. Foolish attempts to unravel our greatest mystery. But no strings will be found. Only to find an empty fortress. Only the fools will seek our stones. Yet, the wise will only fall from the truth. We wont fail.
We shall leave our mark in between sun and moon.
And our paws will leave no trace. And our battles will pave their path. Our jest will become their scripture. And they will dress like our children