a punch of fatal mistakes the gate's down yeah take it on take it off cut it out the win is honoured the triumph's desecrated [come on] one's gotta go on until the final round
Ref:
the dibbuk's name is bane and plague wop bop a doo dop god goddam that's but a hangover that's but a hangover
Ver 2
I laid up a razor and now i spit it out time to take a look into the well warpath is gonna bring you home safe and sound one's gotta go on until the final round
a nightmare's gone the daymare's come the vote is unanimous that's just a hangover nothing too inauspicious to get hung about.
Ver alt:
here it comes the hempstring to make it to make it finally start
the gibbet is pretty high the blasphemy's gonna be heard all over the throng
a pair 'of legs air-dancing boppa do bop alive or aloud the squeak of a noose, the voice of the rope one has to make the only way the only way the only way to final round
i always supposed the foes are gone the windows are shut crows flew way south alive or aloud to make it finally start
this time it will do a birth of a man of future and past the one and only king. alive or aloud, alive or aloud.
[the conjured the hallowed one's got to just go on to swallow this honour]
Ver 3: this line is out but still i got intention just to bring the message to a close the life is just an aggregate of cases going not exactly as supposed
WOW!
ref:
the dibbuk's name is bane and plague wop bop a doo dop god goddam that's but a hangover that's but a hangover
i laid up a razor and now i spit it out, begad you truely deserve whatever i do, woah! a punch of bitter mistakes, a song of a gallows bird a sound of joy and rancour as the hammer meets bone