Bushdonglers are dancing all around a fire
Deep in the guts of the swamp
It's wet and muggy and the moon is turning red
I think we're about to witness something bad
Oh, what the fuck!
Oh! They're eating a body it looks like a traveler from the road
They are chanting a language I haven't heard the sky is dark and it's getting
Louder louder louder
Cover your ears and run for your hills
I think that the chanting summoned a putrid fleshling spawn of a
Bouncy belching orgy demon splooshing on the ground
They are dancing in the blood as puddles pool around
Flesh rains from the atmosphere
A bloody storm of evil tides
What can we do here but wait it out
Till it subsides
The horde!
Turned and smiled at the sight of our tasty skin
And bones and muscled toned they tackled us and they
Chewed off our legs and thighs and fingers
Now they're playing games with our bones
They've arranged us on the table, but I can barely see a thing
Up there's my leg, down there's my face
I think it's safe to say we're lunch
The sacrifice has been made now, and the portal closed
Wrong place at the wrong time, but that's how it goes
Off go the Bushdonglers as they wade into the swamp
Just a bloody pile of body parts are left amongst the logs
Mind your step in the swamp or you'll end up a side in the meal of an ogre
Watch the phase of the moon to avoid the red or it's gonna be over
It's gonna be over
It's gonna be over