Carol of the Hells
We are the Hells, first word is Bell’s
New thing today, spells gone away
Danger around, hunting us down
Night into morn, Ruidus born
Seeming to be part of the key
for ending of Exandria.
Why is it us? Who’s Ludinus?
More than a fey, what’s Fearne today?
Chetney and wood fighting for good
Orym, I mean, total ‘short king’
Exandria’s flat. Meet my dead rat.
Meeting the gods. What are the odds?
Merry, merry, merry, merry Critmas
Merry, merry, merry, merry Critmas
Fucks up with that? I’m not a cat
Alarm is set. Is it Thursday yet?
What Was Once the Robit F.C.G.
(Once in Royal David’s City)
What was once the robit F.C.G.
Now are scraps and part of their head
“It’s okay, my friends have saved me.”
Last words 'fore their eyes turned red
Plank King Kingsley (Good King Wenceslas)
Kingsly the Plank King looked down
at his feets uneven
then his trouser pants fell down
and his butt was steamin’
All the people laughed and cried
at his but a-steamin’.
When he tried to pull them up
he slipped and fell
On. His. Butt.
(by FaeolinTheWildElf)
Chetney got run over by a Silgoat,
Walking home on eve of Winter’s Crest.
Fearne and I aren’t sure that we believe him,
But that is what his speak with dead professed.
He’d been drinking Sandkheg’s Hide
And we begged him not to go (don’t go Chetney)
But he forgot it was a full moon
And then staggered at the door with Fearne in tow.
When we found him on Crest’s morning
At the scene of the attack (let me tell you something)
He had hoof prints round his waistline
And incriminating horn marks on his back.
Chetney got run over by a Silgoat,
Walking home on eve of Winter’s Crest.
Fearne and I aren’t sure that we believe him,
But that is what his speak with dead professed.
Now we’re all so proud of ourselves
We’ve been taking this so well
Watch us in here reminiscing
Playing cards and drinking Shanks with Dorian
It’s not Winter’s Crest without Chetney
All his toy’s sit on a rack
And we just can’t help but wonder
Should we share out all the gold that’s in his pack? (gold in his pack!)
Chetney got run over by a Silgoat,
Walking home on eve of Winter’s Crest.
Fearne and I aren’t sure that we believe him,
But that is what his speak with dead professed.
Now the goat is on the table
And Fearne has sobered up at last
Laudna’s making shadow puppets
As we laugh at the C-pop flag we left half-mast
We warned all our friends and enemies
Better watch out for your own (Not Ludinus)
“They should never give a licence, no
To someone who drives a sleigh and plays with gnomes”
Chetney got run over by a Silgoat,
Walking home on eve of Winter’s Crest.
Fearne and I aren’t sure that we believe him,
But that is what his speak with dead professed.
Chetney got run over by a Silgoat,
Walking home on eve of Winter’s Crest.
Fearne and I aren’t sure that we believe him,
(Fearne and I are sure no one will confess)