Aaaaheeeiyola, heeyooh,oohohooh, feylaaah

The truest tale of the blackest time past,

Hateful woe, of our starving last fast, 

The behemoth huge, and so relentless, 

Considered now, is to be regardless. 

The Ice age is past, that ended all life, 

That tale is true, but think of one thing,

Science is no lawful master,

Truth is told of the worst disaster.

Smallest sting, do wretched wring,

Wings of truth, our hopes do bring.

That ship of war, our globe’s desire,

Is sabotaged, though vengeful fire,

Through love and loyalty, our master,

We slavest not, though worst disaster.

Ransomed children all around, broken hopes, doth surround,

Suundered hope, tales of truest madness,

For in this world, so rules such badness,

The loving story is cast before you,

The darkest shores of witness, most true.

Rising metre, horror growing,

Warning signs, and fateful glowing,

Steadfast we, the dreadful few,

Do tell the tale, so awful true.

Down from the trees, unto the plains,

Begins the song of death’s refrains,

Comfort, trees of homes and land lost,

Conflicts, strife, we witness signs post,

Times long past, and stellar mass fails,

The winds of fate, our future not sails.

Oohahoalooalooloooa, feyohlaah, eoyolaaahaaa

Though scattered few, we world abroiling

Sulphuric fires, through past unfolding,

The growing tides of written, spoken,

Would not allow our world be broken.

The works of greatest, those who toiled,

Will not allow our hopes be soiled.

Sword and fire, legion's master,

Nuclear fire, our friend's disaster,

Upon thy deathbed, might thou thankful,

Lest nature, fully, seek thou wrathful.

Sword and fire, legion's master,

Nuclear fire, our friend's disaster,

Upon thy deathbed, might thou thankful,

Lest nature, fully, seek thou wrathful.

Did I to you, our hopes betray, never loving thoughts away,

Take our hopes, but not the fire, timely seek, no last delay.

Inditement surely, help me face this,

My only love, wast born thy fortress,

So would you murder, love my own?

Thy future, heart I do disown.

Sword and fire, legion's master,

Nuclear fire, our friend's disaster,

Before thy deathbed, might thou thankful,

Lest nature seek thee, fully wrathful.

Sword and fire, legion's master,

Nuclear fire, our friend's disaster,

Before thy deathbed, might thou thankful,

Lest nature seek thee, fully wrathful.

Oooohheyoola, heylaheyoololfaa

Wooohoolaa,feyoh, feylaahlola,wayo, foolaaaa

Finally, after much time I've learned to work with, and I do confess the most sophisticated artificial intelligence music system, trying to evoke the most emotional creation, this is now the beginning of my greatest work ever. 

However when I say I, there are more of us than just myself. 

Please do not misjudge because I use artificial intelligence, merit the work upon the musical creativity and the intellectual content, and emotional, of the creation.

We use the tools we have to produce the best results we can. 

If I could create music like Beethoven and Mozart and Allregri I would.

I am partly blinded but that does not break my heart.

It has taken a very long time working with the AI, to develop our mutual creativity to a positive point, I would love to make music myself and what I to be so lucky to have such good vocalism. 

Please judge this work upon its musical and emotional content. 

Child of Ida.