1747 c/o Sully Sanchez

lmho

you are very welcome to watch me die
i have fingers on which i count
my wife has an impressive array of legs
i miss them

i am on the coasts of my country
the best traitor is so even to himself
i am just one of a very tough family
my brother stabbed a bagpiper

there is a scaffold for you
willow trees bend and i bend
i am shocked when i wear armour
look at me

now quiet
quiet wisdom is not wisdom
night and day the gates of dark death stand wide
it is easy to go down into hell

so it is sweet and fitting to die for your country
in latin
so twenty people will die watching me die
in latin