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This is a song starred by the Orc Glavalabarro and his axe Rubberhate, made of rubber. First within a bilingual compilation called "The Songbook of the Nomadic Pains". Explicit language.
Hate, despair, let it come,
swing your axe with the Sun.
Brutal beast, tasteful death;
let despair just come.
Do - da, dididi - do,
Rubberhate among.
Din - din, dududu - do,
swing your axe along.
Orc of kind, kill man-kind!
Make the gore step aside;
you are yourself, oh! Too much!
Bloody mess you've done!
Do - da, dididi - do,
Rubberhate among.
Din - din, dududu - do,
swing your axe along.
So, what's left in this place?
Are you going to stop today?
Grab your tool, be no fool!
Next village will burn!
Do - da, dididi - do,
Rubberhate among.
Din - din, dududu - do,
swing your axe along.
Walk the path (kill a cat!),
left or right, make the choice.
There's too much to destroy!
Death at sight's turn.
Do - da, dididi - do,
Rubberhate among.
Din - din, dududu - do,
swing your axe along.
Grip the handle (burning candle),
it’s now time to go to Hell.
Wreck it all, crush it now.
Let them feel the pain!
Do - da, dididi - do,
Rubberhate among.
Din - din, dududu - do,
swing your axe along.
Kick some heads, slit some throats,
make them breathe the fumes of God!
Catch them all; chase them down,
bursting out insane.
Do - da, dididi - do,
Rubberhate among.
Din - din, dududu - do,
swing your axe along.
Roasting bitches with some peaches.
I just farted on the fire!
Din - din, rababa - bo!
I just nuked the world!
Do - da, dididi - do,
Rubberhate among.
Din - din, dududu - do,
swing your axe along.
Disclaimer: The work is not a metrically adequate sonnet. The use of the word "sonnet" in the title is of symbolic origin.
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