Tavern

Open your eyes to see a whimsical place to drink
Enter inside to see the guards with their swords unsheathed
The heroes will stop to drink, but they will seek no rest
For it has been prophesized that they die

Bartender, I request a drink
For it could be my last
Dark wizards are watching and follow
Quickly to stop our quest
Hear their footsteps approaching
The wizards enter with hell in their eyes and say

Stop and pray to your enemy
Stop and pray to your enemy

Tables flipping over with the drinks spilling in the air
The guards will try and take us alive for torture
Rotting in cellars with no light
Surrounded by swords, we can't escape the wizard's grasp
We hope we might live to drink again

Bartender, I request a drink
For it could be my last
Dark wizards are watching and follow
Quickly to stop our quest
Hear their footsteps approaching
The wizards enter with hell in their eyes as they cry out

Prophecies have spoken of your demise
Cease under me
You will never prevail, for your lives decay

You try and fight but the gods lend their strength
The mead, it flows
Giving us no restraint
I have to force myself not to kill you
You have to force yourself to step the fuck up
Step the fuck up