Lyrics: Anonymous Music: Ode to Joy |
Archers make ignoble foemen, Shoot at you then run away. Gosh darned feather-plucking bowmen They're the ones I love to slay. Run and chase them, axe and mace them, Grind them into fine paté. God made archers just to bug me Geez, I wish they'd go away. Slay them |
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