Baby, so long, I'm outta here.
Thank you for a good time, you've been
Lovely dear.
(I'm not trying to share you?)
Love to bring, now please accept me, oh.
Love me dear, I rock steady like my jumping jack.
Even though these non-believers try to pull me down.
In my world I am the sun shining on my earth until that kingdom come.
Oh, whoa. Hold on. (x2)
What's that smell in the air?
How about some of that?
Come on, it's nice to share.
A flower is a little thing that means so many things.
Open for me I can touch you without touching skin.
It's cold out side, please won't you come in, sweetheart.
(You know I'm?) number one.
(?) to rock it like it's never been done.
Oh, whoa. Hold on.(x4)
Whenever you're ready, let go.
Silent Thunder and his two companions,
The Sound of Clear Water and Mist through a Grove,
met in the woods after their evening meditation
to discuss the current situation.
"Chaos rules this land," said The Sound of Clear Water. "Women and children are being slaughtered."
"What's the point in us sitting still and experiencing bliss,
and expecting others to take care of all of this?"
"They destroy temples!" added Silent Thunder.
"As I was meditating I began to wonder, when the rumours had become reality.
Our sk**s are unique. I shall k**, to end this insanity!"
The three monks left the temple,
and after that hooked up with a guerilla commando specialising in unorthodox attack.
No man could match these monks in hand to hand combat.
They used swords instead of guns,
and dressed in black outfits bound at the ankles and wrists,
and moved around unseen taking out scandalous oppressors.
The old lessons the monks had learned were like haunting melodies in the distance.
Battle cries silenced the whispers of the scriptures,
as hate began to power their existence.