Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin! He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken; To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away; And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off And his pen--
And my head be taken from me-As long as this world continues to exist, I will never perish.Should a blade pierce my heart-And enough time passes that my body decays to a point where I can no longer move,Could it be that...
you're scared?And I be stewed in a boiling pot for half a day-Because I'm Seiga's jiangshi.