"Zürich! Ready for a fuckin' night of filth and fuckin' depravity?!" "She's got many fuckin' names..." "The fuckin' skeletons call her... Spine Break!" [Verse 1 ] They say she wears fuckin' dusk like a vest, Threaded with veins of the murder-blessed. They say she howls when the blade goes in, Fuckin' hums when she cracks the spine with her grin. Ahaha-haaahahahahaahaaaaaa!! [Verse 2] We’ve never seen her, but we know her scent, Fuckin' singe silk and punishment. The fallen told us with their final groans— Of a blade fuckin' sings and splits their bones. AHHHHHHHH!!! [CHORUS] SPINE BREAK! SPINE BREAK! HYENA BLADE! Gnash our shame in the fire she made! WITCH FANG! WITCH FANG! CURSE IN FLESH! Tear our dead from the tomb afresh! RUN, RUN, RATTLE THE PIT! She’s coming, she’s laughing, she never quits! RUN, RUN, BURN THE SKIN! The blade goes in and the song begins! [Verse 3] I saw her shadow in a dying eye, Fuckin' sway of hips where the vultures cry. She cuts too deep, she never weeps— She walks the night where bone dust sleeps. Ahaha-haaahahahaahaahaaaaa! [Verse 4] I stitched my ribs with thistle thread, Slicked my teeth with clover red— For if she comes, Fuckin' must look fair, I must not crack, Fuckin' must not care... YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! [Bridge] We serve the Litch Lord, fuckin' crowned in grief— But even he clutches his yellowed teeth. He dreams her grin, her dreadful pace— She’s the end that fuckin' mocks his grace. [CHORUS] BONE THIEF! BONE THIEF! VENGEFUL WITCH! She turns our song into a twitch! SPINE BREAK! SPINE BREAK! HYENA’S GIFT! We crack and fall and beg to shift! RUN, RUN, DOWSE THE FLAME! The black claymore will be our bane! RUN, RUN, HEAR HER LAUGH! It cracks your ribs and cleaves you half! [Verse 5] Fuckin' scraped her name in my femur’s side, And licked it clean when the runes went dry. Fuckin' tore my jaw just to say her spell... And now I dream in denim and hell. [Pre-Chorus, rising intensity] She’ll never come... She’ll come too soon... Fuckin' kiss your skull and crack it hewn... She’ll ride the sky on hyena moan... And plant her blade in the throne of bones... [CHORUS, explosive climax] BONE THIEF! BONE THIEF! VENGEFUL WITCH! She turns our song into a twitch! SPINE BREAK! SPINE BREAK! HYENA’S GIFT! We crack and fall and beg to shift! RUN, RUN, DOWSE THE FLAME! The black claymore will be our bane! RUN, RUN, HEAR HER LAUGH! It cracks your ribs and cleaves you half! Yah yah yah yahhhhhhhhh! Yah yah yahhhhhh! [Outro, climactic madness] She doesn’t fuckin' march. She doesn’t ride. She fuckin' dances where the heroes died. And when she comes, we’ll fuckin' know our fate: To hate her or To love her... Fuckin' Too late! "My name's fuckin' Dookie! This fuckin' stripe horse is Zeb..." "And you fuckin' know her, Zürich... the one, the only... Scuzzy! the Scuzzpunk Hyena!"
