Come gather 'round all ye Bastards! And raise up your cup to this arse-turd. He came and freed the fires of hell, and let 'im run loose over hill and dell. Here's to the Bard, and his scab of a brain, Here's to the Dragon and all it has slain. The gate is knocked in and the town is aflame. And it's ours for the taking, and you get the fame. We tortured some townsfolk, it's true. And Pounded, but Couldn't breakthrough. With all of his might, the Dragon took flight And Burned the town down to a ball-bag of shite. Here's to the Bard and his knob of a head. Here's to the Orkney, the smoke, and the dead. The gate is knocked in and the town is aflame. And it's ours for the taking, and you get the fame. Here's to the Bard and a pullin' me plum. Here's to the Beast and the rest of you scum. The gate is knocked in and the town is aflame. And it's ours for the taking, though you get the fame.