The Spidey Show But up the ladder with chips, and foot by foot Came a half-naked cell, in coal smoke and soot He climbed like a man from an unknown land With a glowing smile in his hand He stood still by the river, in storm and hail With his hair fluttering in the wind And with his laces in the air, against the storm and night He screamed with a cold laugh You, my master, in the abyss, Bjelsebub Who has bought you from the child's legs with rubble and stuff Can you remember an old man, and believe it or not With your claws in his black skin? I am Fyrbøter Vargo, from Kvernfjordshund And walk around among people, like a glistening dog And as a god, I speak the language of the Norseman Because I drank alcohol and steel I was publicly whipped by a man of the state But then my fox hated me, but he bled And when I grabbed myself in a waltz against Kallionfru Blom I got water and bread in return But I packed my bag and set off on a journey And Fyrbøter got a job in a boat on Marshej And came together with Lassis and Lusete Pak And fought poker, and fought, and drank I stood filled and black in a dark room I stood filled and black in a dark room And saw the skin of the junk on the dark floor And was tormented by the chief, an ass on two Which I burned on fire and blood Yes, I drove him into the fire, one gloomy night So I burned fat, while the gate slammed And then Lemparen said, just hit the deck He took his legs to the chief It was late after the chief, one day or two And I went there and fled, and took care of it But I saw how your men were kissing and laughing When you met me, chief . . . I am hated by all, like hunger and plague And I hate you all, and the lords most With my dreams and fire, your magic great soul And you with eternal misery You will tear me to pieces, like a raging fire I will burn until the fire is golden and yellow And I will smash the fat lords so high That they will float in their own fire He stood there all alone, but when the guard struck twelve He got a knife, so he froze his skull And with his blade thrown against the sea, salt and blood He cut his teeth, so scary of all She is white as a spear in hail, thunder and storm And fell down against a shovel, like a milling worm But on the deck stood Vargo, who stumbled into the stone With an eye like a moonbeam