Poem for the Prinz -

I was fighting for my Country

I shot a thousand men

I did it for the War Reward

He fucks me in The happy End

He lives in a Castle Faraway

He is the Son of the King

His Cock is made of the Finest Gold

Worth more than Your Mothers Wedding Ring

Bloodstains for my Country

Rewarded with the Naked Prince

Armored with a Cock of Gold

He fucked me ever since

He does it for Our country

I do it for Our Love

We are doing it in the King Sized bed

His father is framed on the wall above

This is the Cock that I ride

Like a Bugatti Veyron

Ride it for hours every night

Semen stains on the Royal Throne

The cock and the prinz and our poem

The castle of unbroken dreams

But youll never get to know them

And youll never know how it feels

When the prinz of this country is dead

Ill be taking my life with a knife

To join his cock in heaven

To never forget what its like

He lives in a Castle Faraway

He is the Son of the King

His Cock is made of the Finest Gold

Worth more than Your Mothers Wedding Ring