New Times//Old Adventures

Wolves howl on this moonlit night
The other creatures in the forest overawe of this horrifying beast
I possess a certain knowledge that will grant me grandeur
The tyrant's armies will simply cease and I'll be gnashing on bones
Once again, once again, once again
I'll get to hold my green bean
Once again, once again

Farquaad, you've set me on a path from which I cant turn back
This world has never seen me, this beast, so mean before
Calculating every move that I must make from now

Tales of an old lost relic now return to the mind
Singing hymns only ogres know
Native in tongue, it points where to go
Stealthily moving across the land
Prying eyes consumed, set free in the waste
Into the valley I cast my shadow

I cast my shadow over death
Over death

Into magic woods
There are voices that talk to me
They hear my thoughts, see what I see
I feel the roots becoming one with me
They live in the trees

Deceiving
I cut them down
Replanting the offspring
It's the least after genocide

Through the the clearing I've made through the slaughtering of trees
I see a cave
Ogrian markings hidden beneath the dust
Language got lost in the days
Hunted and hunted, we've dwindled down to hundreds
Lost our true way life

Deeper into the cave I venture
Memories from lives I never lived are flashing before my eyes
The old gods screaming and chanting
The closer I got the louder they sung
And then it all ceased
I see my prize sit upon the pedestal

The blunt is lit on this moonlit night
The other creatures in the forest overwhelmed from this sticky stinky dank
I possess a certain knowledge that will grant me grandeur
The tyrant's armies will simply cease, and I'll be gnashing on bones
Once again, once again, once again
I'll get to hold my green bean
Once again, once again



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Craven
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