Death of a Dark Elf
Bobby Bobby Bobby
We all know you're so smart
your words they thrive most splendidly
your poetry is art
but
Bobby Bobby Bobby
You're not quite as you seem
your theories come most ignorantly
they make me want to scream
why
Bobby Bobby Bobby
you never spoke your mind
how was i supposed to know
what you were trying to find?
Oh
Bobby Bobby Bobby
You're dead to say the least
I've ground your bones with bloodied stones
and now I start my Feast.