The Tale of Nuclavee

I'll tattle a tale that is terribly true.
                          Stated out as a rumor, but suddenly grew.
      And it deals with a man, and a horse, and a ring.
                                  So settle on in and our song we shall sing.

Pre-verse:

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Verse1:

   It happened one day in a ring by a farm
                   Some that tragically brought us much harm
How could a place abundant with charm
                                    Create such a beast with a spear for an arm.

   On death and destruction is what you will get
                                   When he's coming for you and in your kilt you will wet.
         And he's big and he's strong and its quite plain to see.
                              That this is the Tale of the Nuckelavee.

Chorus:

Nuckelavee! Oh Nuckelavee
                      You're big and evil and heinous
Who could it be who set you free?
                 He really must be an [bad word] 

Verse2:

   Oh Nuckelavee it's easy to see
                      the terror you leave is raining on me.
    The village is burned and the taverns are missed
                                   and the beer is all gone and the elders are [bad word] 

    And if they ever should find the fool
                    We'll hang him upside down by his tool
     And spin him around until he gets sick
                             Ooh! Aah! Oh, that should do the trick.

Chorus:

Nuckelavee! Oh Nuckelavee
                     The terror you offer is high class
Who could it be who set you free?
                He really must be a dumbass.

Nuckelavee! Oh Nuckelavee
                       The horror you furnish is widespread
Who could it be who set you free?
                He really must be an ox-head.

Solo:

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Verse3:

    Now everyone knows no blood should spill
                        In the sacred ring by the farm on the hill.
       And if this ever happens the Death you should fear
                                             He'll kick in your nuts and he'll serve them with beer.

   So one final thought before I depart,
                        And this my friends comes straight from the heart.
     We'd all be fine if not for that bell
                                        And that horse killing [bad word] that opened up hell.

Chorus:

Nuckelavee! Oh Nuckelavee
              We cannot win we must admit
Who could it be who set you free?
                 He really must be a dimwit.

Nuckelavee! Oh Nuckelavee
                     You're big and evil and heinous
Who could it be who set you free?
                 He really must be an [bad word]