From The Olympic City We Will Cast
Our Runic Charms, Our Charms That Last
Enough For A Pig A Day, Enough To Make Them Pay
Enough For Pigs To Disappear In Every Way
Remember Piggies:
A Threat For A Threat
And A Blow For A Blow
A Stripe For A Stripe
As Above, So Below
Your Puerile Words Mean Nothing To Me
Your Traitor Trotters Teeter Totter, And Scurry!
For All Pigs Must Die, Your Being Is A Lie.
