Open your eyes to see a
Whimsical place to drink
Enter inside to see the
Guards with their swords unsheathed
The heroes will stop to drink
But they will seek no rest
For it has been prophesized that
They die
Bartender I request a drink
For it could be my last
Dark wizards are watching
And follow
Quickly to stop our quest
Hear their footsteps approaching
The wizards enter with hell in their eyes
And say
Stop and pray to your enemy
Stop and pray to your enemy
Tables flipping over with the
Drinks spilling in the air
The guards will try and take us alive for
Torture, rotting in cellars with no light
Surrounded by swords we can't
Escape the wizards grasp
We hope we might live to drink
Again
Bartender I request a drink
For it could be my last
Dark wizards are watching and follow
Quickly to stop our quest
Hear their footsteps approaching
The wizards enter with hell in their eyes
As they cry out
Prophecy's have spoken of your demise
Cease
Under me
You will never prevail, for your lives decay
You try and fight but the gods lend their strength
The mead, it flows
Giving us no restraint
I have to force myself not to kill you
You have to force yourself to step the fuck up
Step the fuck up!
