Very Amusing Morsul!
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(To the tune of Food, glorious food form Oliver)
(Sung by the Newly deceased)
Death, glorious Death!
Cold graves and Barrows!
While we have cold Breath!
Cold steel and arrows!
Rot, green skin, rigamortis.
What next is the question.
Life's not something we miss
Coz there’s no Indigestion!
Death, glorious Death!
We're anxious to try it.
Three exsiccations a day--
everybody’s dying!
Just picture a great big hand --
Green, long and clawing
Oh, Death,
Wonderful Death,
Marvellous Death,
Glorious DEATH!
Followed by;
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(To the tune of the Black Adder thme)
(Sung by the darker Downers, such as Morsul the Dark ect)
The sound of hoof beats 'cross the glade.
Good folk, lock up your son and daughter.
Beware the deadly flashing blade,
Unless you want to end up shorter.
Black Riders, Black Riders. Ride their pitch black steeds.
Black Riders, Black Riders. They’re very bad indeed.
Black. Their gloves of finest mole.
Black. Their codpiece made of metal.
Their horses are blacker than a hole.
Their pot is blacker than their kettle.
Black Riders, Black Riders. With many an cunning plan.
Black Riders, Black Riders. You horrid little men!
Last edited by Hookbill the Goomba; 08-24-2004 at 03:56 AM.
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