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[Note: For maximum effect, a veil-wearing, belly-dancing Wight must whirl about the stage for the duration of the song. He does not have to date the Edge, however.]
Berel, take a walk with the Fallen Bahl'al
Let his foul spells make
You into a Thrall
You've been buried underground,
Mildew on your skin
Now you're putting the smack
Down on that Mazzarin. (Look)
He's evil
You lack a mind
But he'll rule you with the
Spells that bind
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right
He moves in malevolent ways
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right
He moves in malevolent ways
Berel take a dive with the Mad Goat of the Fens
Let him rant about Myrdred
And the slaughter of mens
To touch is to wrack
To hurt is to sack
If you want to kill the Nine,
Better learn how to hack, (grab that axe boy)
His undead
A raging tide
He serves the Leveller with priiiiiiide,
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right
He moves in malevolent ways
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right
He moves in malevolent ways
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right
Raise my Ghasts, set off my Wights
**instrumental bit; Edge does whatever slight jiggling passes for "Funk
Dancin' ala Johnny Cash" this time around**
One day a Myth
Player won't see,
How he could be
So freakin' dumb
That he could stand
There and not run from these arrows--
They're your own arm, schmuck!
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right
He moves in malevolent ways
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right
He moves in malevolent ways
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right
(We lurch through a Darkening Age)
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right
([beat] Beheading ten thousand peasants a day)
He moves with it!
He moves with it!
Raise my Ghasts and set off my Wights,
**end chord, Wight bellydancer suicides and kills the front row of the
audience**
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