The(de) monster of versaille,

Looked up at the sky.

With three broken eyes.

Haun-ting.

The monster of versaille,

Was so alone.

Lost,

without a

Ho-oh-oh-ome.

What did it see?,

When the days were dark.

What did it see?,

Inside.

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Lone-ly,

Eb-ony. (Eb-knee.)

Darkened

To Black.

Though it's heart might beat,

And it's breath still warm.

It held,

no soul,

In those eyes.

So when the time was right,

And the monsters came

And the screams of pain,

Did-not-stop. ^

The monster of versaille.

With it's broken eyes.

Stood before the gate,

Of it's home.

And roared it's

Defiance.

It's will to never die!

And fought to the very last bone.

The monster of versaille,

Was finally triumph,

Marching with it's head,

Held high.

But the scorn of the people,

And their defiance.

Fools to the end,

Made him die.

On the, very last day.

Of versaille.

Red tinted sunset sky.

The children fled in fear, marching to the cave.

Of the monster who wouldn't die.

Slumbering in agony,

Roaring in fear and pain,

Trapped in a nightmare.

It couldn't escape.

Waiting for the morning,

Waiting for the end.

It looked with three eyes, and

Then again.

It lead, on, with twisted legs.

And fought on with war torn hands,

It screamed it's only glory,

And did all that it can.

Carving out a path,

To the town, on over.

And one by one by one.

They all walked away.

One by one by one.

The same, Mis-take.

It waited for the end.

But didn't have to cry.

As one lonely child.

Turned back.

In a final act of mercy.

They raised their only blade.

And fre-ed,

(Th-ue)The monster of,

Versaille.