Alone in the winter night, far above the misty streets The Pigeon flies, his dark rotten wings beaten by the wind Searching for preys, innocent victims of the unholy fowl He will descend and they shall rot as he empties his bowels
Struck by mourning and wrath in his majestic flight The Pigeon heads to the ancient farm into the winter night The Demonswine summoned his name, for the unholy war has begun For the Kings of the Swinerealms' names were stained by Christian blood
"Soon Vengeance will be mine by the Pigeon and the Swine Under the grim moonlight, the Farmers shall bleed Far above the world I fly, the Pantheon I defy The Hordes of Ducks to the battle I will lead !"
Pigeon - Mighty Pigeondark ! Pigeon - All swine stride at the gate with the mighty Pigeon !