The butterfly flies majesticly

Of the forest night, it seems to be

But watch out ole butterfly,

You will soon die

You will parish with the rest

Within the forest of the living dead.

I will be there when you die

Behind the brush and in the sky

You will have but one wish

But only one, I will give you this

You will not be spared,

For this is the last wish you will ever tear

So make your wish, ole butterfly

It only takes one to die

You may wish for anything you like

But given a price, you may fight

It will be a peaceful night.

Full of overbite

Make your wish, I will grant

Take your time, do not pant.

I will be here when you die.