Cunts ridin’ donkey cart, Midsommer’d come undone
Owl Bear Lodge only so far
I’ve got one foot in on that Lemon girl feel
The other on my heart
I look around, time for perception checks
Doomspawn, “Tolarin, hold it down!”
T says, “Clearly, I see this thing is undead and is all wrong”
And we say
Undead, and our stealth is quite poor
Brick being strong, Jorad’s spell like, oh no
Gunx charging in wrong, and he kills it slow
Now it’s late, marchin’ where we don’t know
Porcupine, twice as large by two half
The first look, wooden building and doors, not seeing the “grav”
Tolarin sneaks up, and he says “Oh, man”
Asking DM if he’ll play it again
Jorad walkin’ up, front steps after everything that day
Undead eagle something gobbled on
Hall is dark, not okay
Moving forward, eagle on the table ahead
Cunts not seeing what that evil opposes
Jorad making it dead!
Owlbear shuffling sound ‘hind that door
Tapestry trait, eldritch blast ’til it goes
In dungeon, Brick, off to slay
The fire place, “didn’t kill them but I should have”
Doomspawn re’frenced tomes, “Be Shaba when”
Asking to kill the giant white ferret then
Brick saves you, makes sure you know
I’ve tried every check, never made it and you know
Waiting for someone to come along
Life close to as good as our song
My song, dancin’ through the broken door
‘Venturing late, trapped where do we go
Cunt song is the way that we laugh
Our adventure, in Lodge, and we talk real slow
‘Cause it’s late, and that fist slam it don’t know
Way I die, tentacles grasp,
Take them down, “Couldn’t save Lucy, but I should have”
Tolarin moves, but not too fast,
Gunx showin’ doors how he kicks their ass,
Doomspawn, at the privy lighting match
Horg in bed, lying still, breathing slow,
Brick premeditates, Horg’s skull will never know
Jorad succeeds, checking the chest,
Undead falls, now I’m wondering about that hatch
Oh, yeah
Oh, oh yeah
Poker game, that’s over now,
Tolarin’s grey, Lemon hoping we can help somehow,
Cunts heading for the cellar hatch
Spores fill the air as breath starts to catch
Mushroom puncher, holy shit how did that work?
Gunx doesn’t know, Doomspawn ensured we wont’ be dead
Grabbed my pen and Lodge flyer
Wrote our song down on my lyre