Ronal Barbaren Page #5
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Sword of Crane?
There's nothing you can do. It's
on the altar below. Get away from here.
I will not be satisfied,
until they scream like the pigs they are!
Mighty Zaal we give to you the
blood from the Sons of Crane.
Let your darkness bless us.
Soon I will be mightier than a god -
- and you shall be my queen
in the afterlife.
Hey! What are you doing here?
- Uh...
- Kill him.
No, wait. I am master Alibert.
The bard!
I'm here to play at
the feast... the occult ritual.
Here's a song you might know.
your muscles
they make me crazy
on the dance floor
you can see it
your skull charm
it makes me hot
little cuddles
sweet treasure
- Shut up, that's crap.
- Oh!
- Later.
- Come back, you little sh*t!
Let the Chosen One step forward!
- Hey, Ronal.
- The Sword of Crane.
- I'll get you free.
- We must liberate the others.
- I'm hurrying as fast as I can.
- What the hell?
Drop it, pip-squeak.
You don't have a chance.
Come on. Give me your best shot.
Very nice. It was really...
- What the hell?
- Sorry.
What?
I've totally been
looking forward to this!
Oh yeah!
- Kill them.
- But...
- That's an order!
- Sandra!
You belong to me, shield maiden!
Don't forget.
Yes, my Lord.
- Ronal.
- You don't have to do this.
Volcazar has defeated me in a duel.
It is my destiny.
Sandra, it's me.
This is completely ridiculous.
Is this really your destiny -
- to kill the only one,
who loves you, to death, -
- just because some maniac
has beaten you in a fight?
Watch out!
Ronal!
Sandra.
Let me go!
Lord, drink it up,
before it's too late.
Clever Lord. Drink it all up.
Oh, sh*t.
Die!
No!
The darkness must be awakened in Metalonia.
The sound of screams
must rise to the sky.
All must bow to me -
or die!
F***!
The Epic of Crane! "Crane drew his proud sword
and drove with all his force -
- the blade deep in Zaal
and Zaal's skull burst. "
You have to strike him in the forehead.
It is his weak point, man!
That's impossible!
There's nothing you can do here.
Save yourself!
- What?
- This is no place for you.
Run!
No. I'm done
running away.
Now you better behave yourself.
Yes, do it! Stab him in the forehead!
- In the forehead.
- What do you think I'm trying to do?
I'll crush you like a bug!
He's f***ing dead.
Oh, damn!
May my aim be sharp as a hawk's
and as perfect as the great breast.
Stand still!
No!
Now I have you!
Eat lute, you b*tch!
No, no. No!
- Sandra!
- My queen! Kill these fleas.
What are you doing? Your honour commands
you to serve me!
No! No more!
Then die!
Sandra!
Okay, guys, let's show them
how barbarians really fight!
Gorak!
- Come on, guys!
- Muscles!
I am invincible!
- What?
- This one's for Uncle Gondar!
Uh?
Holy sh*t.
My g-string is so high up my ass.
Ronal?
Ronal!
Oh no.
Here lies Ronal.
The greatest barbarian of us all.
- What happened?
- Damn, he lives, man!
I sense great love.
It's so beautiful.
I haven't challenged you
to a duel, right?
You...
You have already
conquered my heart, Ronal.
Now it becomes cheesy.
It's time for ale and lager,
ale and lager.
Ale and lager, ale and lager.
You want to see something sick?
Wow!
Cool.
- Oh, that's good.
- I sense much tension in your muscles.
I've been tied up on
across all week.
Just shut up, man.
I want to say something important.
To Ronal,
the thirstiest barbarian in the world.
Cheers!
- Why the hell aren't you drinking?
- F***ing barbarians, man.
Ronal the Barbarian
oh, he was a weak boy
lacked a pair of balls
he wasn't pierced at all
oh, he was a geek boy
with a chest so small
big balls
hairy balls
hard balls
hot babes
hairy babes
yummy babes
yummy balls
and oily muscles too
Ronal the Barbarian
he rules
big balls
hairy balls
hard balls
hot babes
hairy babes
yummy babes
yummy balls
and oily muscles too
we'll keep on fighting
muscles are shining
we are the champions
thunder and lightning
excess of lightning
fighting with balls
in thongs
we are together
all dressed in leather
all bits are wet
and we're perfectly tan
we have pierced our nipples
Ronal the Barbarian
he rules
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