Guess what. Yeah it's me again. The one and only El Lagarto. I wrote a poem. It's just for you. This is how it goes:
goodbye fish n chips
hello bratwurst
The End.
I agree. I will stop writing poems from now on. They suck. Guess who else sucks? Yeah... Nevermind.
Ok, let's get serious. Our beloved friend and guitarplayer Mitch left us... He passed away... He's gone... He played the final note and went to meet his ancestors... Some say, he is at a better place now... But I don't know... If I moved to an Island I would have made sure that there are coconuts, babes in bikinis, cool drinks and at least 300 sunny days a year! Man, at least beaches! But no... He had to go to the one with the steep coasts. Plus I heard it is raining ALL THE TIME over there. Why going to a place like that? But whatever. He wanted to go. We wish him all the best and hope he gets and becomes what he wanted. And guess what? The hole he left in the Band... is already filled. And we did not just fill it up... NO! We've put a mot&§$"*#kin mountain at the place. With snow on the top... SNOW! Because the new guitarplayer is so cool! That's why there is snow on the top. And Mitch stands there in the rain on his Island and wonders where all the snow has gone... It's with us now! His Name is Malte! That's a Viking Name. He's a Viking! History repeats Mitch... A Viking conquers english territory. Ok, I think he's a german dude, but I bet he has real Viking-blood in his veins because he looks like a Viking! And I checked wikipedia for his name and guess what? The name means "the advisor of the assembly"²... It also means rule. And that's what he does! He rules, Mitch! He's a ruler!
So get ready everyone! We will be back faster than you thought! And we will be the best BLACK LIZARD you ever saw! We have a Viking now! And we rule!
² http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malte