Tulvox gave me the idea for this. Think Vintersorg or Finntroll.
"Song of the Spag"
Fierce winter winds that steal the breath from my lungs
Choking me, freezing what vapor I expire
Brittle appendages tucked inside
Lest they break and let go
Eyes peer to the distant hillside
Trying to see movement of the creature to be found
Survival of the fittest has to be the rule
And I have to be the one
(Chorus)
I will find them
I will find them
Though the winds blow cold
I will find them
Rest assured
Through the ice and the snow
No turning back while searching for
The final prize of the quest to be conquerred.
Raise my bow to bring down the beast
Providing the missing elixir of the feast.
Festively welcomed back into the fold.
Bringing back the gold preserved for the future.
Warmth enjoyed before dining with the masses.
Heroes of the multitude gathered in celebration.
