The herring seek to subjugate The land unto their will When they attack they jump in jars Of vinegar and dill The Herring King sends off his horde To conquer, none the wiser That their poor tactics mean they'll end up As an appetiser The Herring Horde arise! The Herring Horde arise! They thought the land people would find them terrifying But they can only hear the sound of herring frying
The Herring Horde, though brave young fish Are doomed to fail their mission The Herring King's a feasome beast But not a great tactician Their valour's never been in doubt But for their king's kudos they'll pay Their dreams of conquest rollmopped up And now they are an entree The Herring Horde arise! The Herring Horde arise! They thought the land people would find them terrifying But they can only hear the sound of herring frying Herring frying Herring frying