Come forth my swarthy pirates
and live by the gristle of your tendons
Feast on hemp and tendril-spine
and send secret code on pigeons
The time is now to gather your prowess
and let the dragon scales glisten
and overthrow the scarecrows
and to the whistling splinters listen
This song is curioser and curioser
the longer it is written
for mine words are written in blood
boiled to a syrup in my kitchen
If you are a true and swarthy pirate
and sail the Icicle-light Seas,
then slay a scarecrow for me
and cast its blood to the icey breeze
for the purple drops of scarecrow blood
as they crystalize in the wind
will materialize on my lightning rod
to be scraped to a paste, my friend
and this paste will be blessed by virgins,
a hundred and ninety-nine
as they sing an invisible song
and drink the Fractal-medusa Wine
The blessed paste of scarecrow blood
I will drop into my pot
and boil it to a syrup
and cry for the battles my brethren fought
The syrup blood I use
to wet my peacock quill
and write such songs
as a hundred Chinese mystics never will
If you are a true and swarthy pirate
and plunder the seas for gold,
then know of an underwater battleground
of which I have been told
It is there by the coast of a land of plenty
where the Seretonin Fruit bloom
and then but once in a century
under the crescent moon
It is there where the waters are thick with scum
and the swords are dipped in the Bloodlust Rum
There is an outpost of scarecrow-demons, (scarecrow-demons, amphibiouse)
who swim there in the scumwaters
and their flesh is deliciouse
but before you roast their scarecrow flesh
and steal all their gold,
fill a flask full with their blood
so that my stories may be told.
And if the lure of dusty palmfronds
shall never cease to call you,
remember the dreaded curse
which shall most certainly befall you
for in times of old when the scarecrows
ruled over all the earth,
they placed an unholy maggot
in a tomb beneath the dirt
and if the maggot is awakened
by the scent of the Bloodlust Rum,
it will spawn a Plague of Metal
and the Plastic Puppets will come
The Plastic Puppets will most surely
soon infest all the world
and the final hour is
most certainly soon to uncurl
So when you slay the scarecrows
and your pirate eyes shine with glee
save a flask of their blood for my ink
You must save a full flask for me!
But beware the Plague of the Maggot
and use caution as you run,
for you must lick your swords as you plunder
to taste the Bloodlust Rum.
and live by the gristle of your tendons
Feast on hemp and tendril-spine
and send secret code on pigeons
The time is now to gather your prowess
and let the dragon scales glisten
and overthrow the scarecrows
and to the whistling splinters listen
This song is curioser and curioser
the longer it is written
for mine words are written in blood
boiled to a syrup in my kitchen
If you are a true and swarthy pirate
and sail the Icicle-light Seas,
then slay a scarecrow for me
and cast its blood to the icey breeze
for the purple drops of scarecrow blood
as they crystalize in the wind
will materialize on my lightning rod
to be scraped to a paste, my friend
and this paste will be blessed by virgins,
a hundred and ninety-nine
as they sing an invisible song
and drink the Fractal-medusa Wine
The blessed paste of scarecrow blood
I will drop into my pot
and boil it to a syrup
and cry for the battles my brethren fought
The syrup blood I use
to wet my peacock quill
and write such songs
as a hundred Chinese mystics never will
If you are a true and swarthy pirate
and plunder the seas for gold,
then know of an underwater battleground
of which I have been told
It is there by the coast of a land of plenty
where the Seretonin Fruit bloom
and then but once in a century
under the crescent moon
It is there where the waters are thick with scum
and the swords are dipped in the Bloodlust Rum
There is an outpost of scarecrow-demons, (scarecrow-demons, amphibiouse)
who swim there in the scumwaters
and their flesh is deliciouse
but before you roast their scarecrow flesh
and steal all their gold,
fill a flask full with their blood
so that my stories may be told.
And if the lure of dusty palmfronds
shall never cease to call you,
remember the dreaded curse
which shall most certainly befall you
for in times of old when the scarecrows
ruled over all the earth,
they placed an unholy maggot
in a tomb beneath the dirt
and if the maggot is awakened
by the scent of the Bloodlust Rum,
it will spawn a Plague of Metal
and the Plastic Puppets will come
The Plastic Puppets will most surely
soon infest all the world
and the final hour is
most certainly soon to uncurl
So when you slay the scarecrows
and your pirate eyes shine with glee
save a flask of their blood for my ink
You must save a full flask for me!
But beware the Plague of the Maggot
and use caution as you run,
for you must lick your swords as you plunder
to taste the Bloodlust Rum.
