Wind in the fire
It blows me forever
Bodies are scattered
On blood-soaked fields
Eye of the mountain
The gods look upon us
As glorious monarchs
Are carried to hell
The Kingdom of Morrah
Is burning up bright
Fate lays its ugly hands
Upon us tonight
(Ok I'm done with this shit)
Oh, Jimmy met Craig at a role-playing club
In that one-hour lunch break before math class at 12
And in scattered conversations over plates of grub
They spelled out a fantasy world for themselves
The confident expression on Jimmy's face never moved
Never mind the fact he didn't have the first f*cking clue
What he was doing
When he rolled that dice
Oh, Craig was as confused as everyone else
When this young man wearing flannel and a beanie walked in
With a stride that implied he was ten years older
In maturity, if not appearance
The bewildered expression on Craig's face quickly moved
Into the smile of a child who has found his soulmate
When he rolled that dice
And oh, at the end of the war
When the enemy goblins had packed up their swords
Jimmy introduced himself to the boy across the table
And they found themselves falling into a rapport
(Childish noises)
And oh, at the end of the week
When they were faced with oodles of free time
Jimmy asked in his charismatic way
Will you play the bass in my band
(Oh, bring your friend Sean too)