[Funkduder]

*Fades in from the background.*

It seems that I've a appeared from the wrong place....
The wrong time...from another demension
redifining the demensions in which
we talk of trisphee...triphites...
and the task at hand is all
but out of hand
a war, a betrayal, and purge from darkness to light
and from light, darkness. This is my poetic song...
Talk to me. I'm known to get along.