Death To the Tyrant
Death to the tyrant, we’ll pull out his nails,
We’ll round up his cronies and tuck ‘em in gaol.
His wife and his spawn will be put to the test,
Their lives will depend on the word of the rest.
For the crimes he’s committed, we’ll blacken his name,
His head on a spike and it won’t be in vain.
Justice is coming, to startle the pig,
He’ll swing from the gallows as we dance a jig.
Revenge is our engine and blood is our fuel,
This tyrant, this despot who thinks you’re a fool,
He’ll wake up one morning, knee deep in his grit,
You know he deserves it, down to the last bit.
Who will defend him, this cretin from hell?
Why the asses that made him and sold you his spell.
For these sucks were planning a day of delight,
We’ll boil them in oil and take joy in their plight!
So death to the tyrant and all he conveys,
This cretin, this Mongol, has seen his last day!
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