00:00The god's a pig in rusted mail, too dumb to stand, too drunk to fail.
00:06If hell showed up, the fool would grim.
00:11And let the devil stroll on in the gate, protects our pain.
00:18The gate will keep us safe, provided the gate isn't guarded by our moron.
00:25The pheasant poles a rusted cart, the cheese he's carrying smells like hot.
00:31He frockly cries two nuns apart, and made it from the shade.
00:35Now see the priest attempt to pass, with cocks upon his underpacks.
00:39He preaches that we're bound for help, but spends his evenings bashing the bishop with wardy knell.
00:47The gate protects our pain, the gate will keep us safe.
00:55Provided the gate isn't guarded by our Lord of Amora.
01:00A noble lady doth approach, without a nose and glittering brooch.
01:06She fools the god with a glamorous hand.
01:12But a dick he died of stuff to the mop with contraband.
01:16The gate protects our fate, the gate will keep us safe.
01:25Provided the gate isn't guarded by some peasant who thinks all guards must die.
01:30Oh yes, there's a lot of prejudice against the barding community.
01:33Provided the gate isn't guarded by our moron.
01:38AHHHHH!
01:39AHHHHH!
01:40AHHHHH!
01:41AHHHHH!
01:42AHHHHH!
01:43AHHHHH!
01:44AHHHHH!
01:44AHHHHH!
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