From the Olympic City we will cast Our runic charms, our charms that last Enough for a pig a day, enough to make them pay Enough for pigs to disappear in every way Remember piggies A threat for a threat And a blow for a blow A stripe for a stripe As above, so below Your puerile words mean nothing to me Your traitor trotters teeter totter, and scurry! For all pigs must die, your being is a lie