On a long and lonesome dirt road,
East of Golsinrozmo,
You can listen to the donkeys braying out in one long song
You can think about the woman,
Or the infant you strangled the night before...
But your thoughts will soon be wandering,
The way they always do
When you're leading sixteen drunkards,
and there's nothing much to do,
And you don't feel much like sleeping,
You just wish the trip was through.
Say here I am,
Ambushed by bogeymen
There I am,
Choppin their heads,
Here I go,
Playing adventurer again
There I go,
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Well you walk into this castle,
Strung out from the road,
And you feel the eyes upon you,
As you're shaking off the blood,
You pretend it doesn't bother you,
But it actually doesn't bother you.. Uh....
Most times you can't hear 'em talk,
Other at times, you can
All the same old cliches,
Is that a bearded woman or a dwarf,
And you always seem out numbered
But you laugh and make your stand
Here I am,
Killing Humans again
There I am,
Gouging out eyes
Here I go
Playing Adventurer again
There I go,
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Out there in the death fields
You're a million tiles away
Every ounce of brute force,
You try to give away,
As the Blood pours out your body
Like the vengeance that you pay
Later in the evening, as you lie await in someone's bed,
With the concussions from the mace blows ringing in your head,
You strangle the day's last infant,
Remembering what she said...
Here I am,
On the road again
There I am,
Hunting a Cyclops
Here I go
Playing Adventurer again
There I go,
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