Walking in the twilight
beneath the willow tree
Free from the sanitarium 
my mind an empty void 
The doctors spoke of pestilence 
my existence was make believe 
My world they say 
was all in my mind 
No such thing as Aardwolf 
and no rulers known as 
Lasher, Citron, Whisper,
Claire, Belmont, Arlinn or Euphonix 
They used the shockwaves on my head 
a diode held the charge 
But it didn't work  
I know the truth... 
I travel the width and breath of Aard 
riding in a unique vessel 
my magic garbage can 
takes me far and wide 
Past evil hydras and huge statues 
I conquer this rare world  
by killing a little bunny 
I fathom the deep blue depths 
of Atlantis to complete a Global Quest 
I feel tremors shake the ground 
whenever earthquakes sound 
a discordant chord of doom 
I visit the great pyramid 
and play like Lara Croft 
I rummage in Ramses sarcophagus
 
Looking for the magic rune
that will lead me far away 
to the desert prison  
where I might someday have to stay 
if they catch me cheating  
or being a multiplaying fool 
I visit the mighty druids
hidden in the holy grove 
she gave me some magic bark 
I ate this strange wood 
and turned into a man.. 
I found out later it was a trick 
to make me grown this little prick.
I ran off to hide in the dark elf stronghold 
deep within the mountain 
I entered the mystic maelstorm 
and got my self pk'ed 
That is when the vision appeared 
of the mighty armadillo 
dressed in black leather  
and holding a whip  
she told me of the triad  
the rules the universe 
First there was rom and it was good 
then there was merc and it was better 
then there was Aardwolf and there is perfection. 
I have to run now the little blue men 
are hunting for me...