"Ha. So our striped hero takes up his fuckin' axe..." "To prove himself against the fuckin' skeletal hordes..." [Introduction] Bone moon—crack open! Fuckin' wake up our sockets! Fuckin' worms hum hymns through our hollow flutes! Rise, rise, the marrow choir— gnaw your rhythm on the roots! Something walks, something living, a hooved riddle wearing both dawn and dusk, a striped fool bearing wood and rust— the gall! the gall of fuckin' blood and musk! [Verse I] Hear the thump of hide and horse, hear the breath that fogs our morn! He comes down from the wet black knoll, his axe is dumb, fuckin' heart a foal's. We smell him like fuckin' donkey dung, we taste him through grave-dirt teeth, we see his heat in blind sockets— a thing tender and meek. Fuckin' got no saints, no sins, no brand— just callus and tremor in hoof-ed hand. No whisper in his blade— Fuckin' iron, oh just iron! how dull, so goddamn fuckin' tame! [Chorus I] Name ye, name ye! Give this foal a mockery! Sing, bone mateys! Stripe-meat! Saw-neck! Splinter-hoof! Grass-body! Timber-mouth! Half-paint brute! Hack-mule, Hack-mule, fool who brays, your axe is dull as your fuckin' breath of hay! [Verse II] We danced when empires died, we cackled through fuckin' plagues. Now this fuck comes with fuckin' lumberyard toy— a godless twig, fuckin' peasant’s blade! He chops at air, fuckin' cleaves at ghosts— we bow, we jeer, fuckin' make our toasts! “Drink, ye marrowless, to the living’s fear!” Fuckin' terror so sweet and so sincere. O shivering stripe, we envy your ache! But tonight fuckin' worms your flesh will slake. [Chorus II] Hack-mule, Hack-mule! Shower him in ridicule! Sing, ye damned ghouls! — Brush-back! Hay-bale! Tremble-streak! — Salty-Lick! Donkey-knob! Lumber-squeak! — Hack-mule, Hack-mule, rope tail sways, Fuckin' axe as dull as your coward's neigh! [Bridge] Our mirth grows thin— the leaves turn black. Fuckin' wind runs cold up every crack. We’ve mocked, we’ve danced, our joy fuckin' done. Now comes the taste of marrow and chum. Grasp his hooves, the four of you— strain and pull, quarter him hewn!— [Interlude] Ah—hark—hark! Fuckin' black wind bites! The laugh of flint! Fuckin' voice of night! It’s Her— Spine-Break! Fuckin' Skull-Eater Bride! She stalks the ossuaries wild-eyed. Our ribs her harps! Our skulls her drums! Her claymore sings, fuckin' hair sweet plum! [Final Chorus] Spine-break, Spine-break! Crash us, crush us in your wake! Grind, rend, split and rake! — Witch-fang! Bone-thief! Violet-Blade! — Speckle-minx! Teaser-Tail! Denim-Fray! — Spine-break, Spine-break, claymore moans, cut us loose from fuckin' borrowed bones! [Outro] O stripèd beast, she spared your life, Our japes you must forgive— Oh, lucky Hack-mule… to draw her gaze and live. Fuckin' trade my dust for your heart’s beat, to feel her lust, fuckin' beauty sweet. Fare thee well, Hoofèd Stranger— When you fall, may She gnaw through your fuckin' femurs. "Zeb, you fuckin' lucky son-of-a-bitch! Ha ha."
