Strike them down... every now and then I get a little enemy that I can't sneak around,
Strike them down... every now and then I get a little stone a-whistling to their brain through their ears,
Strike them down... every now and then I wield two little scourges to stop the goblin general go by,
Strike them down... every now and then I get a body that has died and then has gone and been zombified,
Strike them down... every now and then I hit and they fall apart,
Strike them down... every now and then I hit and they fall apart.
[...]
And I need campfires at night,
And I need to not pull levers,
And as you strangle tight,
I'll be westling you forever,
And we'll only continue our fight,
'Cos we're both just as strong as each other,
We can take it to the edge of a rise,
Your hold is set upon me as firm as a vice,
I can't tell what to do as the world it turns to dark,
I've got you by your lower leg and on your neck I park,
I need to kill you tinight,
The bother's gonna start tonight,
The bother's gonna start tonight.
Once upon a time I was felling my foes,
But now I'm only falling apart,
There's nothing I can do,
With functional loss of the heart.
Once upon a time there were bolts and a knife,
But now there's only bits from a shark,
Nothing I can wield,
With a functional loss of the heart.
[...]
(With apologies to Urist McTyler. It needs an awful lot of cleaning up and narrative transitioning...
)