[Work in progress]

En början till ett försök att skriva vad som skulle kunna vara ledmotivet för skurken i en barnförbjuden Disney-musikal. Enjoy:

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I want people to remember me with fear and loathing

I want them all to tremble when they see me come,

I want to go into the annals of our history

as a demon, as a monster and then some! 

For I am the greatest bastard in this wretched land -

I was sired by a devil without name 

I have minions by the millions, I have slaves and I have servants

but one thing I haven´t got…. I have no shame! *laughter* 

Half my army´s made of zombies of my family 

- they were a fright in life and now they´re useful too

they are cheap and the obey me and who cares about the smell?

I get five of them for the price of just one new! 

And look; the general´s a banshee that was once my mother dear

who never did anything much but raise her voice 

- now she spends her undeath screaming out the orders that I give

so as commander she is quite the perfect choice! 

Then to say something ´bout my castle; built by prisoners of war

and with the mortar reinforced by their own blood

It has towers full of bats and rusty spikes on every wall

and a moat that´s filled with reeking, toxic mud!

(forts följer senare... hoppas jag)

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