In the dark i was born Son of an Isida and a thunder In the middle of a field of corn Scared with my Hunter Going trough the field And suddenly i wondered And if i evolved so the enemies regret? That's what i've done And you will never forget I fighted the enemies and won Thing that i will never regret Now i'm old and Rusty And can't eat a sandwich too Crusty Now i relly on drugs To kill panzers and stugs From my garage i write you this poem Idea of my friend Owen With a Thunder he fights Between the sheets and his lights What's my name? HALLOWEEN... MUAHAHAHAHAHHA