Might

Might, uh!

Our Rovers,

I see,

All stand proud tonight while

You kneel

In the blood bath.

Don't worry, we're true,

Still know when it's time to rise from lone delirious fires,

Mark our game, and strike

To kill

Gods and tyrants,

Burning with true, Üygian might!

Feast well, ere you are so foolish

As to cross our realm.

We will need to

Roast you over the fire.

Cold is the spit

Impaling you for

Might!

True Üygian might

From booze and gore!

The cleavers

Chop deep.

Most splendid butcher's knives.

You're done.

You'll miss your last bath.

Don't worry, we're true,

Still know when it's time to yank you from the blazing fire,

Mark our game, and strike

To kill

Gods and tyrants,

Burning with true, Üygian might!

Feast well, ere you ever return to

Our most quiet realm.

We will

Flay skins and stir the fire.

Savory gifts

Open the gate to

Might!

True Üygian might

From booze and gore!

Trespassers, we gang up.

We shine splendidly. We are the colors of the rainbow.

And while we rivet your skins,

Rooba brings us might from gore.

Knock twice,

Brains ooze onto my feet.

One more time, hands sink deeper still.

When we gather

All we need is meat and

Might!

True Üygian might

From booze and gore!

Then we freak out,

Asteroids form a breach.

We got them, all your memories.

Turd, we need only blood

Just see, it's

Might!

True Üygian might

From booze and gore!