Exile on Drochtrèdia

We’d heard there was a farmer Ed,
Who raised his sheep and found some dead
But you don’t really care for livestock, do ya

The gnolls came on, first four then five
A hunting pack, not all alive.
They were hobbled and we beat them, hallelujah

hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

Our group was strong, there is no doubt.
Mac, Wengruck, Kau, and Peren stout
Gil and his bird composing incantation.

We came upon the ruined town
The farmer there, his dog was down.
And all around were signs of Desolation.

Desolation, Desolation, Desolation, Desolation

The dragon had been here before
He’d killed the flock, would come for more.
We’d faced it once but it fled in vexation

He lit upon the church of sun,
And in the rain the bard did run,
With a fury it reigned down its desolation.

Desolation, Desolation, Desolation, Desolation.

In the poison cloud it all went dark,
The music dies, the fading spark,
No more crowds to cheer her on in adoration.

Then there was a god above,
Odin’s thunderbolt was filled with love,
For the broken bard, she was gasping, Hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

It’s not a thing you can let go,
Not knowing why your life is owed
And every breath you draw means something to ya.

It’s not a song to warm the night,
It’s not a cry born of a fright,
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, halleluuuuuuujah.


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