Of all the beasts, both far and near
That I have ever seen,
The Unicorn is the most dear,
And always has been.
Light and life both combined
My heart, it has been bled
By swords and bolts mortally timed
To make my blood run red.
When time and space seem out of place
And terrors seem to rule,
The Unicorn will set the pace;
Become freedom's tool.
Her death, it really seems to me
Was necessary and good.
It will set all true men free
With a single drop of blood.