The Ballad of Frank Archer
Frank Archer was a man of war
He craved the sight of blood and gore
His heart was cold, his flesh was pale
His tragic life, I tell the tale
His pale blue eyes would surely tell
This lunatic was bound for hell
His hair was dark as midnight sky
Dark as his soul, I wont deny
Corruption was his evil goal
Although it killed a many souls
His end befell him in a town
To hear his troops would all fall down
Despite the warning, took no heed
Frank Archer paid his price indeed
His arm and leg were torn away
Humanity he lacks today
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