I couldn't kill you
the stone table can
from Deep Magic born
long before beast and man

I hate the White Witch
evil and gouhlish
but to pass up your death
with be just foolish.

I think of my speech
my gift, my curse
I must now act human
but it could be worse

I could be like the animals
left dumb and alone
Can never laugh
cry scream or moan.

With you're death we'll be equal
of that I am sure
I'll run with my kind
through meadow and moor

You sniveling cat
now you know what it's like
to be bound and helpless
and facing the knife.

I hiss in your face
I speak to the tyrant
"Now YOU will be forever silent."

The silent screams of dumb beasts
drives the knife in your heart
I howl in victory
as you depart

Your time has ended
over and done
with your blood on the knife...

ours has begun.