Let me tell you a storyStory of a manWho wants to be a godGod of the windHe dressed to brownBrown leather clothesHe used a bone maceAnd ate mushroomsHe lived in the woodsThere trees are hugeOnly friends were trollsWho were all the time [bad word] saw nightmareThere big bad bearRan behind himAnd shouted these [bad word] ]If you want to be a god of windYou have to beat meIf you want to be a god of windYou must take my skinIf you want to be a god of windYou must use my nailsIf you want to be a god of windYou must be like me, must be like bear