Fifteen Birds, in Five Fir Trees

Goblin Drum and Bass, Sub-Bass, Gang Vocals, War Horns, Thundering Bass, pounding drums, deep evil gravelly slobbery growling snarling goblin vocals

[Intro] [Drumm and War Horns] [verse 1] Fifteen birds in five fir-trees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! What, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? "What Shall we do with the funny little things!?" Yar-Hey Graah-Harr-Hey! Yar-Hey [Bridge] Roast 'em alive! Or stew them in a pot; fry them, boil them and eat them hot? Bake and toast 'em, fry and roast ’em! till beards blaze, and eyes glaze; till hair smells and skins crack, fat melts, and bones black in cinders lie beneath the sky! So dwarves shall die, and light the night for our delight, Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Yar-Hey Yar-Hey Graah-Harr-Hey! Yar-Hey [Verse 2] Fifteen birds in five fir-trees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! What, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? "What Shall we do with the funny little things!?" Fifteen birds in five fir-trees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! What, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? "What Shall we do with the funny little things!?"

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