Orland

Psychic Sperm

When a shardblade was swung at my head
He parried and saved me instead of a-
-lowing a lesson you cannot unlearn
Dropped like a fly; eyes like they’ve burned

It’s true, he killed our captive in a snap
And now we’re left on our own to beat this rap
Is there ghostblood that flows in your veins?
Are you with us, or are you insane?

Orland’s rolling his eyes
And he clearly wants more than he gets from these guys; my dear
Orland, don’t be surprised
You seem to know more than even you might realize