Upon the hill, the black rider stands,
fueled by vengeance, out for justice.
With his trusted steed Tornado he rides along the sunset,
swinging his sword as an elegant tiger.
But who is this masked man?
Leaving "Z's" both left and right,
rescuing people in need, both black and white?
Many men has worn his mask,
both young and old,
and all of them has been ever so bold,
to fight the evil that spreads throughout the land,
never backing down, even when he's facing the sand.
Zorro is here, now don't you worry,
those evil Dons will be so very sorry,
to have taken claim on what they don't deserve,
how could anyone ever have the nerve,
to take trust in that evil Don they serve.
With my sword I will preserve,
now just watch and observe!
California will be free after my sword strikes again...
Freedom is near, Zorro is here!
And he's ready to fight for the people!
This is another one of those random texts of mine I suppose, hope you like it xD
