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Hookbill the Goomba · 08-20-2004, 04:07 AM

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!

08-20-2004, 04:07 AM	#3
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	Very Amusing Morsul! *********************** (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; **************************** (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! __________________ I think that if you want facts, then The Downer Newspaper is probably the place to go. I know! I read it once. THE PHANTOM AND ALIEN: The Legend of the Golden Bus Ticket... Last edited by Hookbill the Goomba; 08-24-2004 at 03:56 AM.