The Ballad of Nicos Tannesh
By Alessandre

I sing the song of a poor girl obsessed,
With a gutterhive lad, born in distress,
He conquered Fate to become a success,
Idol of millions, Nicos Tannesh!

His poise and grace, it is all effortless,
As handsome a man as a girl could possess,
Steady now ladies, I have his address,
So dashing, so daring, Nicos Tannesh!

He fought the fight for the poor and oppressed,
Tyrants and killers, they feared to transgress,
His powers and courage are just limitless,
Hero to all of us, Nicos Tannesh!

Of his companions, he was the best,
The bravest, the quickest, I do attest,
He kept his head in those times of duress,
Chosen of Narramac, Nicos Tannesh!

* * *

He caught me once in a state of undress,
I had the hots for him I must confess,
Oh, how I longed for his gentle caress,
The world's greatest lover, Nicos Tannesh!

My feelings for him, I cannot express,
For he has another, I sadly profess,
My life without him is just meaningless,
Gentleman, heartbreaker, Nicos Tannesh!

Many are jealous of this man's finesse,
They seek to shame him, his tales to suppress,
But none will replace him in our consciousness,
He tells all the stories, Nicos Tannesh!

His legend will blossom, says this poetess,
Great trials and conflict, but nevertheless,
He runs his own church and his allies are blessed,
Hail to the Firewalker, Nicos Tannesh!

* * *

Idol of millions, Nicos Tannesh!
So dashing, so daring, Nicos Tannesh!
Hero to all of us, Nicos Tannesh!
Chosen of Narramac, Nicos Tannesh!

The world's greatest lover, Nicos Tannesh!
Gentleman, heartbreaker, Nicos Tannesh!
He tells all the stories, Nicos Tannesh!
Hail to the Firewalker, Nicos Tannesh!