Letras
In the fires of ancient cosmic destiny
Evil will rise
And of all the legendary warriors
None will survive
In the fires of ancient cosmic destiny
Evil will rise
To defeat the power of the sorcerer
Great sacrifice
Magnificent vessel appears in the sky
The Hootsforce arrives into Cowdenbeath
Prepare for the warfare of ultimate destiny
Into the battle the heroes make fight
Fast as Dundonian lightning they strike
The armies of evil will die on the field
They'll die by our steel
And the battlefield of Cowdenbeath fell silent
As the black gates of the fortress of Crail opened wide
Atop a horde of undead eagles
The grim armies of the Deathknights of Crail
Rode out to meet the forces of justice
And at the vanguard of this terrible host
Stood the Grandmaster himself, Dreadlord Proletius!
From the black gate evil Deathknights attack
Proletius is leading the chaos charge
Slaughtering peasants with deadly impunity
Ralathor fires his final defence
Missiles of nuclear justice
The Deathknights are suddenly vaporized
Proletius dies
For the king of Space we will fight to end disgrace
In our once proud land we will make our stand!
When the dark lord comes we will shoot our laser guns
For the glory of mighty Dundee!
Mwah-ha-ha-ha! Such a pathetic display of valor!
You are naught but insignificant worms
Before the infinite power of Zargothrax!
Now, the solar conjunction is at hand
My ascension to godhood is inevitable!
And there is nothing you can do to stop me!
Worship my omnipotence!
From the heavens comes a hero
Mighty Hootsman
Vanitati latinae canentis
Hootus Dei!
With a flash of thunder
A god falls from the sky
With holy armor made from wolf
The Hootsman has arrived!