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Burn, burn tree and fern!
Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch
To light the night for our delight,
Ya hey!

Bake and toast 'em, fry and roast 'em!
till beards blaze, and eyes glaze;
till hair smells and skins crack,
fat melts, and bones black
in cinders lie
beneath the sky!
So men shall die,
and light the night for our delight,
Ya hey!
Ya-harri-hey!
Ya hoy!

Sung to the tune of Purple Haze

Followed by a terrible choral screeching coming from a couple female goblin-kin scattered here and there among the horde like little comissars. The massed warriors seem to get really excited by the singing...