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Hellsing Poem
The bird of Hermes is my name
eating my wings to make me tame
In darkness and hunger I sit
I am so dry, I cannot spit
I thirst for blood
warm and good
I do not fear your god
you are all just food
Your foolish existence, fearful of me
the King of the night
what a sight to see
but I am delighted to be your fright
The church is spiteful and full of hate
they killed my oh so faithful mate
they are arrogant enough to think
I will bow when they blink
Those maggots think they know it all
know my weakness know my fall
No one knows not even Integra van Hellsing
to her I am a faithful evil being
As low as a dog
but I cannot leave
tied but not
there's nothing just grieve
She will die, and I will stay
Nothing will remain of their childish play
So, I will leave like the devil I am
and go as far as I can.
Here I stand the King of the night
and I will stand tall with my might.