A Response to the Dark Lord

Your black feathers fall to the ground,

vaperising without a sound.

From up high smooth ground stings.

You'll know when we break your wings.

(faster)

[an army of men yell "Ho!" and stomp, 

let's refer to this as "[Ho!]"]

spear,axe, hammer, sword!

Truth, Justice, "For the Lord!"

[Ho!]

Fire, shadow, lightning, thunder,

with your magic our land you plunder!

[Ho!]

Cold iron will break your charms,

"You come, You come"

We raise our arms!

[Ho!]

Be it flame or snow!

[Ho!]

To fight we go!

[Ho!]

We'll pluck you off the skis!

And strike a blade between those soulless eyes!