So, despite what the critics were saying, Hookbill was through to the next round. Controversial. Surly his luck wouldn't hold out for much longer. This had to be the very last song! People's ears were sure to be bleeding by now!
"Hello, again, here is a song about... well... everything, really. It's called, Immigrant Song!"
Aaaahhh, ah! Aaaahhh, ah!
We come from the land of the Dark Lord's snow,
From the midnight sun where the Dragons blow.
The hammer called Grond, will drive our Orcs to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valinor, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing sword, our only goal will be the blackened dawn!
Aaaahhhh, ah! Aaaaahhh, ah!
We come from the land of the Dark Lord's snow,
From the midnight sun where the Dragons blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we came wirth tides of war. We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing sword, our only goal will be the blackened dawn!
So now you'd better stop rebuilding all your ruins,
For war and doom can win the day despite of all your losing.
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All was slient. Untill...
BOOM!
A grenade hit Hookbill square on the chin and he is sent flying into the back of the stage. To the horror of the audience he is still alive and dragged to the hospital, having his head bashed on anything that passed on the way.
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