One will steer, another comes near, a spooky howl, an intense fear. A toe in the wind, a man in a bush, seven chaos emeralds, one giant tush. Seven scorpions, walk up hither, only for a snake, to come along slither. A man with a beard, a girl with a furrow. Two people left, nobody will burrow. A chicken with three feathers, a dog with no name. Nobody protects them, nobody but Bane.