After talking to Mikael on the chat session this evening I decided to revive my making on song parodies. If anyone has any songs they want done, or wants to add their own, feel free
First up, a remake of 'Punish My Heaven':
We are the gnarled old fingers
That stroke our bearded chins
The strangeness of awakening
In a bizarre underworld
Breathlessly waiting
For the weakest excuse to fight
As the orcs fail to show up
And the demons never call
The enemy forsaken me
My desperation grows
Bring me a knife
an axe, a sword, a boomerang
And then again, while you're at it
Polish my weapon!
We have survived
By picking fights with ogres
But charging at minotaurs
At breakneck speed I know
Will probably be my fall
If I had wings, would I fight with pigeons
If I had horns, would I just be full of bull?Answering machine messages are heard
From mages and ifrits
Saying 'sorry mate
couldnt make it'
Bring me a knife
an axe, a sword, a boomerang
And then again, while you're at it
Polish my weapon!
The charge of a minotaur
Charging back was probably a mistake
I challenge the universe
It's the choice between that and learning to spell
I could have been a lawyer I guess
A safe job with a nice end
But did I had to be a viking, although why I'll never tell
I curse Valhalla behind me
As a new thought finally sinks through
Why the hell am I doing this?
As I hear my death knell
Give each orc that stood me up
A lifetime or two in hell
By Grolm's beard
I'll do it myself as well
And as coherent thought commands me
to brush my goddamned hair
To a job center I will go!
First up, a remake of 'Punish My Heaven':
We are the gnarled old fingers
That stroke our bearded chins
The strangeness of awakening
In a bizarre underworld
Breathlessly waiting
For the weakest excuse to fight
As the orcs fail to show up
And the demons never call
The enemy forsaken me
My desperation grows
Bring me a knife
an axe, a sword, a boomerang
And then again, while you're at it
Polish my weapon!
We have survived
By picking fights with ogres
But charging at minotaurs
At breakneck speed I know
Will probably be my fall
If I had wings, would I fight with pigeons
If I had horns, would I just be full of bull?Answering machine messages are heard
From mages and ifrits
Saying 'sorry mate
couldnt make it'
Bring me a knife
an axe, a sword, a boomerang
And then again, while you're at it
Polish my weapon!
The charge of a minotaur
Charging back was probably a mistake
I challenge the universe
It's the choice between that and learning to spell
I could have been a lawyer I guess
A safe job with a nice end
But did I had to be a viking, although why I'll never tell
I curse Valhalla behind me
As a new thought finally sinks through
Why the hell am I doing this?
As I hear my death knell
Give each orc that stood me up
A lifetime or two in hell
By Grolm's beard
I'll do it myself as well
And as coherent thought commands me
to brush my goddamned hair
To a job center I will go!