: A parody of "The Fool On The Hill", by the
: Beatles
: Day after day.
: Alone on a hill.
: The beast with the Gholish grin is getting ready to kill.
: Nobody want to know him,
: They can see that he's just a Ghol.
: That he'd hack you with his cleaver.
: But the Ghol on the hill
: Sees dead falling down.
: And the eyes in his head
: See the peasantry frown.
: Well on the way.
: His head in the ground.
: The beast with a garbled voice is barking perfectly loud.
: But nobody ever hears him,
: Or the sounds he attempts to make.
: And he always shows his canines.
: But the Ghol on the hill
: Sees dead falling down.
: And the eyes in his head
: See the peasantry frown.
: Oh!
: [whistling solo]
: Frown, frown, frown, frown...
: He never listens to them.
: He knows that they're the Ghols...
: ...They know he's crazy.
: The Ghol on the hill!
: Sees dead falling down.
: And the eyes in his head
: See the peasantry frown!
We should start a whole line of myth beatles parodies
He's a real Fallen Lord
Fighting with his Fallen horde
Making all his Fallen fight for Balor
Has a lot of undead thrall
So much he can't count them all
Led by his Trow standing tall who kicks people...
Fallen Lord, quit stallin'(la la la la)
Hurry up, and get maulin'(la la la la)
The soulless and fetch are at your command (la la la la)
(instrumental with sounds of battle)
Likes to use his myrmidons
The Legion cowers in fear of him
Fallen Lord, can you be any scarier?
Fallen Lord, have pity
When you sack all our cities
Leave it all till some other Fallen loses his hand
Has a lot of undead thrall
So much he can't count them all
Led by his Trow standing tall who kicks people...
Fallen Lord, quit stallin,(la la la la)
Hurry up, get maulin (la la la la)
The soulless and fetch are at your command (la la la la)
He's a real Fallen Lord
Fighting with his Fallen horde
Making all his Fallen fight for Balor,
Making all his Fallen fight for Balor,
Making all his Fallen fight for Balor.
