(to the tune of We Three Kings)
We three things of chaos are
Wakboth's get, we've ravaged afar
Spike disrupting, all corrupting,
Real party guys we are.
Spawned forth from a chaos void,
This world's got us real annoyed,
Rape and plunder, rip asunder,
We throw parties to avoid.
Tien am I and Oh! what a pest.
Never liked to cram for a test.
Eat some brains, spit out remains,
Right frontal lobes taste best.
Putrid muck and noisome ooze,
Let's go bugger fifty broos.
Rack and ruin, trouble brewin'
Quarters games we never lose.
Cwym's my name, three bodies are mine.
Gorps drip from my underarm slime.
Wreck the gardens, with these hardons
Can shag three at a time!
We sure are a nasty bunch
Let's go have Yamsur for lunch.
For dessert dine on Genert,
Washed down with some gorp-goop punch.
Cacodaemon, last of us guys.
Fiends and ogres, slaves that I prize.
Claw and tail sting, horn and bat wing,
But my barf takes the prize.
We sure cut a nasty swath
Just like our dear dad, Wakboth.
If we meet you we will eat you.
Turned Vivamort into a goth.
Sorry for inflicting that on you.
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Boris
End of Glorantha Digest V3 #97
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