jasper
Rotten DM
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He was just a rookie fighter and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful monsters roar.
You ain't gonna adventure no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna adventure no more.
"Is everybody happy?" cried the mage looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and then they stood him up.
He adventured into the icy blast, his peace tie unhooked.
And he ain't gonna adventure no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna adventure no more.
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for his init,
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful thrust.
The guts spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna adventure no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna adventure no more.
The sword swung through his neck, chin strap cracked his dome.
Buckles and straps were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The cape became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna adventure no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna adventure no more.
The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the clerics and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna adventure no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna adventure no more.
He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna adventure no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna adventure no more.
There was blood upon the floor, there were brains upon the helm.
Intestines were a-dangling from his chain suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna adventure no more.
He was just a rookie fighter and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful monsters roar.
You ain't gonna adventure no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna adventure no more.
"Is everybody happy?" cried the mage looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and then they stood him up.
He adventured into the icy blast, his peace tie unhooked.
And he ain't gonna adventure no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna adventure no more.
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for his init,
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful thrust.
The guts spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna adventure no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna adventure no more.
The sword swung through his neck, chin strap cracked his dome.
Buckles and straps were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The cape became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna adventure no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna adventure no more.
The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the clerics and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna adventure no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna adventure no more.
He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna adventure no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna adventure no more.
There was blood upon the floor, there were brains upon the helm.
Intestines were a-dangling from his chain suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna adventure no more.