Happy Birthday!

Only 20? Young whippersnapper! You now get the mandatory birthday song:

Birthday, birthday, birthday for you
It's hard to believe another year is through

Slipping though the leaps of time!
Cosmic trav'ler with mirror eyes
doth peer from between his mother's thighs
Blood slick and with purple skin
The babe doth emerge from her vagina within
While the mother screams like a witch
Like a bitch!
Happy birthday!

Stare into the cold light of life.
You will see it again. You WILL see it again

And what is this cold dark world
Upon whose shores I'm so rudely thust
Love it. And doth the masked man delivers a smack
Unkind! Unjust!?

Father, is that you?
Though clouds of the dark mill flew
It's a boy. It's a girl.
It's a soul, or is it?
(maniacal laughter)
Mother is that you? It's my birthday!

(evil laughter)
I have a secret for your ear, not your eye.
The moment you are born you begin to die.

Crone, begone!

Away! Fulfill your destiny. Unwind the clock. Happy Birthday! AAAAHHH!!

Thou knowest me not! With this sword, I claim thee into the world Through the stormy deep the babe is hurled! Tretreh Gramerton!!

Ah, ah, ah, ah. Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday.

Oh, Braxis. Oh, Braxis I give myself to thee! NOOOO! Why this shattered life?! Why was I born a woman?! Hideous vision, what wouldst thou with me?

Happy birthday!

Weary traveller who are you?

I'm Eternity!

Wiltst thou let me pass on this journey?

If you answer me this riddle
Than Ascott's treasure shall be thine
In the name of Thor! Who is your father?
Who is your father? What is the answer? Mortal, speak!
Happy birthday!

No, can it be?
The answer that you seek is..
It's me!
It's me!
It's me!
Happy birthday!

(falcon sceeches, music ends)
 
Happy b-day mate.

Dethklok - Birthday/Deathday

"Birthday Dethday"

Many years ago today
Something grew inside of your mother
That thing was YOU!
YOU!
You! You! You! You!
Did she scream? Did she cry?
Only those that are born are ones that get to die.
One more year goes hurting by.
Body, organs ripping, rotting
Vile lungs a grotesque chorus
Birthday equals nothing for us
R S V P Please
For the death of me
You have little time
You're running out of life
Happy Birthday. You're gonna die!
Time-Time-Tick-ing
Birth-day-Death-day
Die-die-Death-day
Birth-day-Death-day!

Video! Sing along!