A thousand years past
The Great Goblin made a blast
The fragments made the worlds
And the spark are the skies
Blow up the sin
Prepare the way
For the great gob-lin
He shall save
Make a bomb
Save a soul
Blast the ground
Dig a hole
Sway not to the gnomish side
For they do not burst with pride
And should they make an explosion song
It means they made something wrong
While if a goblin makes the sky bright
It means that he did something right
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