For thy Gods, I taketh this quest
The Holy Grails are lost and so Lo!
Thee doeth sob with unbearable sorrow
Thee must run, where the brave dareth not go.

The Vodka, it doth not taste the same
From other cups, for they art too plain
What happened, Thy Gods knoweth not
They got pissed, then the cups they weret gone!

To right this unrightable wrong
Thee must looketh high and looketh low
Thee must try though thy arms art too weary
To seeketh The Gods Holy Grail

This is thy quest, to findeth that cup,
No matter how hopeless or how much it sucks
Thee art willing to marcheth unto hell
For this heavenly cause

And thee knowest that if thee doth fail
On this glorious quest
That thy heart will lie peaceful and calm, when thy lop off thy head
And the Earth will be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
On The Quest for The Gods Holy Grail