Mad Biker's Garve

used to visit Mad Biker's grave regularly, to light some torches, put down a flower and speak a silent prayer to the gods of Britannia. I also noticed, that some other people put down some flowers every now and then, and that really made me happy.

Today as I wanted to visit the grave, I discovered something horrifying: Somebody seemed to have dug the earth, and bones lay scattered around. I don't believe this! Why don't they even respect the peace and slumber of my dear mentor after he is dead? Still grieving about this dreadful deed I discovered a small book lying on the grass beneath the grave. I opened it, and with horror and respect I read the words written down by and old trembling hand:

The day is near
And blood is shed.
Do not fear
Thou won't regret!

First step's done
The grave be void!
Changes come,
No more exploit.

Tomb was shifted
By the Gods,
The wise and gifted
Will note the odds

A graveyard lost
In tropic heat.
The honor does
Give thee a lead

Venom must flow
Through all thy veins,
Life must bow
To his remains.

Mighty powers
Be summoned high,
Many hours
Thou will die.

But when it's done
Wait for next day!
He then will come
And shining grey.

04/98

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