Gruumsh the Gutless

Gruumsh the gutless,

Thoughtless and nutless,

I'll disembowel him with my cutlass.

Terribly thick,

Make him chock on his dick,

So small it ain't quick.

He's running in fear,

His terror is clear,

His guts we smear.

We'll cut him down to size,

And rip out his eyes,

Coward tears he cries.

There's no where to run,

Oh it's gonna be fun,

'Cuz Gruumsh you're done.