Arthur's arm broke in a fight,
Lancelot's beset by goblins,
Gargoyle's swoop down from the heights,
Robin's minstrels have gone wild,
The caving-in was far from mild,
Cleric of the Lore, Where ARE you!?!
Bedevere has drunk a poison,
And the mapper needs a light,
There's some evil needs detecting,
Robin's paralyzed with fright,
Somewhere raised dead are a-walking,
And their vampire master's stalking,
Cleric of the Lore, Where ARE you!?!
Has called about some locks,
And the elves are in a union, now,
They're threatening to walk.
The food ran out real early,
And Prince Charming's kinda girlie...
Cleric of the Lore, Where ARE you!?!
See the monk has lost his footing,
And the ninja's sword is stuck,
Here the mage has started quacking,
'Cause he thinks he is a duck,
Lightning struck near us last round,
But we're far down underground
Cleric of the Lore, Where ARE you!?!
Something's barking in the treasure chest,
A demon's close behind,
The Light Spell wasn't permanent,
The centaurs robbed us blind,
All the amulets have failed,
Or got lost along the trail,
Cleric of the Lore, Where ARE you!?!
We haven't seen an exit since
We went past level six,
There's a rabbit wants our cereal,
But we think it's just for tricks,
And a cyclop's looking for us,
So we all sing out the chorus:
Cleric of the Lore, Where ARE you!?!
I dunno, which is a better pic of the Cyclops?
More evocative lighting, or more clearly monstrous?
Email: The Translator if you have any strong feelings one way or t'other.
