T'was that cold day in hell for the man of the west
Fear runnin rampant inside of his chest
Cunning was his angel who was planning his d**h
With claws and her sabres
Put his courage to the test
Out of the thicket he saw three making one
A towering darkness, blocking the sun
Strength had almost left him, as he felt overun
From the biting and breaking, Had him twisted and spun
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! he's just a man swinging at the reaper with his one good hand
No Way! was he gonna die when bold was the stick that was at his side
A stitch and a story he played his cards right
Chomper and the Shadow his agents of light
The Steward of the wild, dumbfounded by might
Understood the ethics of original fight
Animals in denial, spoke through crooked teeth
d**h lost d**h at d**h resounding in the streets
Staked him like a martyr for believing in peace
As d**h still lies breathless upon his two feet
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! he's just a man swinging at the reaper with his one good hand
No Way! was he gonna die when bold was the stick that was at his side