That's great, it starts with an earthquake, lich and Shades, and Spellfire -
Elminster is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Railroad structure clatter with fear of might,
down might. Wire in a fire, represent the seven wizards in a kingdom for
hire and a graveyard site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team Harpers baffled, grump, tethered
crop. Look at that demi-plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
commoners, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the Realms as we know it.
It's the end of the Realms as we know it.
It's the end of the Realms as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - witching hour. Don't get caught in wizard's tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in true to form and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Spell books incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier. Paladins steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me Eberron, offer me Greyhawk
and I decline.
It's the end of the Realms as we know it.
It's the end of the Realms as we know it.
It's the end of the Realms as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount Waterdeep.
Halaster Blackcloak. Lady Alustriel, Drizzt drow and Elminster.
Adventure party, chainmail, ochre jelly, boom! You symbiotic, psionic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the Realms as we know it.
It's the end of the Realms as we know it.
It's the end of the Realms as we know it and I feel fine....fine...