Great Horse Paroles

With the Sun

Dipped diving with his horned onyx saddle

Shining in the black aped eyeballs

Of the gun



When the great apple falls

She'll be queen of your halls



Tall bowman from the burnt pastures

Saw Champer and he bowed ground kissing
Strange beastie from the legend lair Sire,

I can master with the aid of this

Skull powdered cord