Out in the marsh where the reeds grow tall
Snapjaw saw what none could recall
Three dwarven gods, forged by light
Locked in battle against the bullywug fright
One with a bow, eyes sharp as the moon
Pierce through the muck like a haunting tune
Another cast spells from his holy hand
His words thundered like an ancient command
Woah!
One with a bow, eyes sharp as the moon
Pierce through the muck like a haunting tune
Another cast spells from his holy hand
His words thundered like an ancient command
Snapjaw!
Snapjaw!
Seen it all by the bay
Three dwarven gods against Bullywug's that day
Fire and magic beneath the marshland sky
Lizardfolk skied low with a watchful eye
The third ablaze like a roaring pyre
His flames danced wilder than a village town crier
Burned the air, set the swamp aglow
Bullywug hearts heavy, but they'd not show
Scales in smoke, magic and might
The gods of stone darkened way to light
Snapjaw grinned, scales rippling free
The marshland night, oh what a sight to see!
Bullywug brigade, with croaks and calls
Met the divine with no mercy at all
Blade flashed, spells sung
In the chaos, the lizard's heart hung