Flesh Dart

(nothing)

(Rob: There were a few of those, I wrote a great song called “Flesh Dart” which we never recorded except in our home studio. Here is the last verse:)

He is the ruler of the deep,
Upon his hands and knees he creeps.

He is the ruler of the land,
For he wields a flesh dart in his hand.

The time has come for him to rule.
He strains himself to flex his tool.

You live in fear of his command,
For against the Flesh Dart none can stand!