I got a message for the acolytes, I am your man in a bloody fightnI got a thirst for liquid gold, I'll bludgeon 'til the body's coldnThe stony hiss of cockatrice has cast us into serfdomnI close my eyes and spur Imelda down the mountainside, for a liberated Spectrum!nnI took No-Face by the beak, and broke his jaw, he'll never speak againnI took No-Face by the beak, and broke his jaw, he'll never speak againnMy every move is guided by the bidding of the singernThe night is split by the whistle of my amber whip, and the fire from my fingers!