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and let me tell a tale.
Of a warrior as terrifying,
as a monstrous ocean gale!
His name was Freakzilla,
the great Mordkilla!
He knew no fear,
and he'd run right to ya!
Run, run right on away!
For his hands were hard,
and his sword was fast!
He has massive muscles
and a well-toned ass!
They say you'd ne'er even see him cumin'!
They say he'd stalk the wicked,
and he'd put them in their place!
How he'd hunt them down anywhere,
and oh they'd fear the chase!
But you'd ne'er be able to find him,
'cause he ne'er stays in one place!
Nay he walks like a ghost upon the battlefield!
Sometimes in the night,
when the moon shines down it's light,
ye can see a fateful knight,
marching on towards the fight!
And his na-a-a-ame....
was Freakzilla!