Out of the ashes Of the destroying (smurf) village One survivor rose That day he swore not to rest Until Gargamel was dead While walking through the woods A shadow emerged from behind the trees Together they returned to the ruins of the village The village was desolated Smashed to pieces and burned down The limbs of the poor smurfs Scattered all over the ground But their flesh was still warm Together they decided to perform The ancient smurf ritual of necromancy In order to invoke the fallen ones To create the army of undead smurfs Under the sign of the blue mark
They marched towards Gargamels castle The old sorcerer did not know What horrible evil would strike upon him He was paralyzed by the horrifying sight When he saw the hideous army Bursting out from the midnight fog Crawling and trembling towards his home He tried to escape, but they ate his toes (took a bite of his a**, played golf with his balls) And feasted upon the rest of his dismembered body When it was down, they marched on To spread terror all over the world The superior race of rotten flesh Blue and white with blood on their hats