Uploaded January 2021 | Updated September 2026, 3 days ago
Wow lookee here I'm actually doin another Technoblade song. Why do something on the underrepresented characters when I can beat the pig like the clout piñata that he is?
That sounds real callous I just wanted to use the phrase clout piñata please I'm not even big I can't be cancelled oh god no
Edited in filmora 10, written on pencil and paper, mostly made up as I went along lol.
Chords are the same as the other techno song: E minor, D major, A minor, B7
LYRICS (Happy, Apollo?):
The whispering on the wind
And the rustling of the trees
The terrified cries of those that wronged him
And their gasping, dying wheeze
You can tear every weapon from his cloven hands
Strip him of his armour for his final stand
Give him nothing but a pickaxe to dig beneath
He'll take that pick and put it through your teeth
Blood for the blood god and bone for his bread
A crown of skulls as he rules the dead
An army of hounds to tear out your throat
Your heart's gonna pound as you hear him gloat
The people that pretend to be his friends
Will meet their untimely ends
At the edge of his blade and his twisting tusks
Their blood'll run cold as it turns to rust
With lady anarchy to warm his bed
And a hundred thousand voices inside his head
He sings a song we can all understand
The reprisal of his violence all throughout the land
Blood for the blood god and bone for his bread
A crown of skulls as he rules the dead
An army of hounds to tear out your throat
Your heart's gonna pound as you hear him gloat
But for the fortunate few who find the view
Of this man once he has gotten through
His list of enemies and found his friends
He'll be a stalwart protector to the end
But take care for trust hard won
Once done shall leave you shunned
Melting as the rain pours down all around
digging you six feet under the ground
Blood for the blood god and bone for his bread
A crown of skulls as he rules the dead
An army of hounds to tear out your throat
Your heart's gonna pound as you hear him gloat
Blood for the blood god and bone for his bread
A crown of skulls as he rules the dead
An army of hounds to tear out your throat
Your heart's gonna pound as you hear him gloat
Wow lookee here I'm actually doin another Technoblade song. Why do something on the underrepresented characters when I can beat the pig like the clout piñata that he is?
That sounds real callous I just wanted to use the phrase clout piñata please I'm not even big I can't be cancelled oh god no
Edited in filmora 10, written on pencil and paper, mostly made up as I went along lol.
Chords are the same as the other techno song: E minor, D major, A minor, B7
LYRICS (Happy, Apollo?):
The whispering on the wind
And the rustling of the trees
The terrified cries of those that wronged him
And their gasping, dying wheeze
You can tear every weapon from his cloven hands
Strip him of his armour for his final stand
Give him nothing but a pickaxe to dig beneath
He'll take that pick and put it through your teeth
Blood for the blood god and bone for his bread
A crown of skulls as he rules the dead
An army of hounds to tear out your throat
Your heart's gonna pound as you hear him gloat
The people that pretend to be his friends
Will meet their untimely ends
At the edge of his blade and his twisting tusks
Their blood'll run cold as it turns to rust
With lady anarchy to warm his bed
And a hundred thousand voices inside his head
He sings a song we can all understand
The reprisal of his violence all throughout the land
Blood for the blood god and bone for his bread
A crown of skulls as he rules the dead
An army of hounds to tear out your throat
Your heart's gonna pound as you hear him gloat
But for the fortunate few who find the view
Of this man once he has gotten through
His list of enemies and found his friends
He'll be a stalwart protector to the end
But take care for trust hard won
Once done shall leave you shunned
Melting as the rain pours down all around
digging you six feet under the ground
Blood for the blood god and bone for his bread
A crown of skulls as he rules the dead
An army of hounds to tear out your throat
Your heart's gonna pound as you hear him gloat
Blood for the blood god and bone for his bread
A crown of skulls as he rules the dead
An army of hounds to tear out your throat
Your heart's gonna pound as you hear him gloat
