Humming softly to give [member="Ailuros"] the tune, the spirit sang
So let’s clear the air, grab a chair,
I’ve got flair, when I fight a bear.
I rip off it’s skin, for my wife to wear,
I did it for a dare, I’m your worst nightmare –
Look close, check out my facial hair.
Relax, face facts, a fight with you would be an anticlimax,
When you go to war, you don’t take off your slacks.
Look at me – I’m tough, I fight in the buff,
I could say more but I’ve said enough so…
Borne on Ill Wind you hear!
Have some grace, shut your face!
Borne on Ill wind I say
Cause boy you’re well off the pace!
Seems to me that you’re not even skilled,
I can fill a lake with the blood I’ve spilled.
I decorate my house with heads of men I’ve killed,
I’d stab you right now but I’m trying to chill.
Yeah you got a brain but you’ve just got one,
I’ve got five on my belt from the battles I’ve won.
In a rage, on a rampage, I’ve killed more men then old age so…
Borne on Ill Wind Today!