Phantom Moonstone

Take my love take my land take me where I cannot stand, I dont care am still free you cant take the sky from me.
Take me out to the black tell them I aint coming back burn the land and boil the sea you cant take the sky from me.

You can't take the sky from me.


Voil\xe0! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of ver