Its name mocks its silence
A worthless beast born to violence 
Has ears and whiskers flapping 
As its yellow flesh comes slapping 
Across the rank filth of this ancient subterranean floor
Its hate knows no bounds 
As its home knows no sounds 
But the SLAMMING
CRASHING
SPLATTING 
OF ITS YELLOW FLESH
I am the herald of light
I withdraw a shining glory
A single loving-end of story
The only weakness, a grace like wings 
My bow, SINGS!
UNLEASHED!
And in the silver light 
My arrows take the flight 
UNLEASHED! 
Splits Pols Voice's head 
And spills his thoughts and dreams 
UNLEASHED! 
A host of slapping bodies 
Comes crashing to my feet 
NEAT!
A host of slapping yellow bodies comes crashing in crimson piles
A host of slapping yellow bodies comes crashing in crimson piles
A host of slapping yellow bodies comes crashing in crimson piles
A host of slapping yellow bodies comes crashing 
RUNNING AWAY 
RUNNING AWAY 
RUNNING AWAY from your own voice 
RUNNING AWAY 
RUNNING AWAY 
RUNNING AWAY from Pols Voice
RUNNING AWAY 
RUNNING AWAY 
RUNNING AWAY from your own voice 
RUNNING AWAY 
RUNNING AWAY 
RUNNING AWAY from Pols Voice
SILENCE! 
SILENCE! 
SILENCE! 
SILENCE!