Would you wait for me my love, at the tower to the stars?
Shall you whisper in my ear: "The spell is done, have no fear"?
Please now hand to me my sword, the enchanted battle lord.
Thus the cleric follows us, into terror with no fuss.
Who will be the first to fall, the little halfling in a brawl?
Will the dwarf go berserk, at the sight of demon smirk?
Through the portal shimmering, towards the tall ugly thing.
Dozen arrows in the air, the elf moves before the scare.
Oh my love I see you fall, your wondrous form hits a wall.
Then darkness and a scream, the cleric taken by a scheme.
The creature closes, grabs my sword, the blade bends, and I am gored.
Sudden silence, something moves, then the clack of giant hooves.
Would you wait for me my love, at the tower to the stars?
I am coming, wait for me, then together, exit scene.