In a land that is far to the west,
An Emperor sits on his throne.
If you are ever to be his guest,
Make your intntions well known.
His eyes can peirce your mind,
they will control your life.
Twin pools of life, they are kind,
But behind hide a life full of strife.
He leads a horde of sailors,
Which follow his every order.
In battle they are impalers,
Like the orcs and demons of Mordor.
The island upon which these soldiers dwell,
Is lush, green, and always hot.
But once examined it's realized as a hell,
To goodbeasts and to those who are not.
The inhabitants include the Monitor lizard,
The great flesh-eating beast.
They will eat your heart and gizzard,
If their rage is ever increased.
O hail the one named Ublaz,
May his glory be forever strong.
His rule has been great, it has,
May his life be healthy and long!