The cold wind's a falling
As it throttles the banners and rattles the wagon
The road is a calling
Now, but so are the bottles and all of the flagons
Clearing out dungeons
From here to far horizons
Off into town to claim the bounty
As a new day's a' rising
The gold keeps a' pouring
From the hands of the patrons, the lords and the matrons
The boys are getting bored
From all the devils they're slaying, the glory they're chasing
Now far be it from me
To not oblige a question
One of the boys puts it to me
That we step outside the quest line
Something of substance
A mission for making a name for ourselves
A great deed for greater company
Let's steal all the cheese in the kingdom, me brothers (what?)
Wheel after wheel till there's no more in sight (did he say cheese?)
We'll be the talk of the town seeing their heads spin around
And the quest line can wait one more night
The stench is appalling now
We managed to hold it until we were leaving
A new deed is calling out
A magnum opus, a crowning achievement
Tankards were raising
As we piled into the tavern
And if there's greatness just beyond our grasp
Then boys, let's all be having ya
The lads are a boozing now
The pub is alive, and up walks a maiden
Lilting her musings
How I'd buy you a drink, but you're not what I'm chasing
No tavern in the realm
Could hold the legends we envisioned
Off to the wild we all rode
To search for something wildly different
Something substantial
Something to echo through all of the ages
A feat for eternal legacy
Let's tame all the wolves in the kingdom, me brothers (why?)
'Cause I have a feeling there's profit in sight
We'll be the talk of the town, they're eating the cheese!
Oh bollocks, nevermind
It's back to the quest line tonight
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The lads have all but sobered up
The wolves have all departed
Cut our losses, check the quest board
Now we're back to where we started
There's a job to slay a lich
That killed a party of ten
So, oh, he's dead
What?
Yeah, he got like ripped apart by a thousand wolves
Was that us?
Of course that's fucking us!
Oh, I told you it was a sick idea!
Pub?
Yeah, pub
Let's drink all the beers in the kingdom, me brothers
Round after round till there's no more in sight
We'll be the talk of the town til' we're all but near drowned
And the quest line can feck off tonight
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Composição: Colm R. Mcguinness