-Best accompanied by someone gently rocking between two simple chords on a lute or lyre and someone else's clever picking on a mandolin or citol. Best enjoyed around a campfire or in a rowdy drinking establishment. Hopefully with friends and definitely with drink.-


Our groups start their clashing
Our numbers fairly even,
While several rooms over that sniper is scheming,
to shoot, to shoot, to shoot you with a bowwwwwwww
Preparing their arrows to lay you down low.

The battle moves fast
And you're barely healing,
All the afflictions those bastards are givin',
when your shot, your shot, your shot with a bowwwwwwww
Feathered by arrows, by who you don't know.

You leap out of lightbind
Take your chances on distortion,
You use all your tricks to keep your body in motion,
towards that shit, that shit, that shit with a bowwwwwwww
Yet as soon as you get there they evade out the door.

Yodel-ei, odel-ei, odel-ei ei ei eiiiiiiii
Yodel-ei, odel-li, odel-li di di diiiiiiii
odel-a, odel-a odeli-deeeeeeeeeeeeeee
That's about enough, arrows for me

Sick and tired of taking
shots to the head,
You touch that glowin' root and go fight the undead,
Impaled by a corporal, he takes your health lowwwwwww
When suddenly you feel a snipe from that bow.
When suddenly you feel that terrible bow.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Daedalan, in the year 945 AF.