dengsi fyrir 23 árum Fjöldi lestra: 216

eh...contest?

Who wants to have a song contest?
I'll start!

Who is the fearsome fighter?
I don't know
He ran away!
Who is the handsome bard?
I don't know
He ran away!

Everyday life here at the inn
The Pale Dwarf Inn
Can you outwit the smartest mage?
Who doesn't care?
I'm just drinking me ale!

Who is the foxy maiden?
I don't know
She ran away!
Who is the tricky thief?
I don't know
He ran away!

Everyday life here at the inn
The Pale Dwarf Inn
Would you challenge the toughest fighter?
Who doesn't care?
I'm just drinking me ale!

Some scatter
Others fight
Stools are flying
And the cags are too
But I don't care!
'Cause I'm just drinking me ale!

dengsi the dreamweave

[Notanda eytt] fyrir 23 árum

The Retard Bard

There once was a jolly bard,
he journied through the realms.
Everyone thought he was a reteard
but he just wanted the… smealms?

He did not know how to rhyme,
like a bard should know.
He thought that he needed to commit a crime,
to know how to rhyme in the snow.

His name was Zachnan Errendor,
the retard bard had a name.
He walked always through the door,
when he found that shame.

He walked ahead to Calimshan,
as jolly as before.
He thought he would meet Jackie Chan,
but his ass was just too sore.

I know that this song is not
rhymable as it should be.
When he was really, really hot,
he found out that he was… A RETARD!

He cried, and cried, all day long,
and could not keep his pants up.
So he wrote this song,
and realised that it was a suck.

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dengsi fyrir 23 árum

Arr, mate! Now beat this one…lad!

Me second guessing

Once there were a man
a man of complicated matter.
He held up his sword…and ran
away'nd couldn't make it faster.

People laughed fast in his face
and cared not for his tears.
Than he tried to keep up the pace
hoping to overcome his fears.

Chances were for a quick death
and no funeral at all.
Just wanted back his Beth
But couldn't 'cause of the fall.

Now he saw no way to overcome
The greatest fear of all.
He found out he had a son
who was about six foot tall.

He cried his sorrows away
and a strong feeling felt.
And become a father he may
without useing his belt.

Happily he lives now
with the love of Beth.
Had five kids in a row
and none with a sudden death.

This has been a story
of the second guessing.
Now I just want me ale
in a very big cag.
Was it the Dwarfen Pale
or the Pale Dwarf Inn?

ship-ohoy, ship-ohoy (repeat as often as you like) What the…? Who the…? Why in the…? Well, this just has to do!

“Go for the eyes, Boo! Go for the eyes!” - Minsc

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[Notanda eytt] fyrir 22 árum, 12 mánuðum

Fears walks in, with a big, mean, green and oozing with evil two handed sword. Says these words here, gimme an ale! Now I shall sing you all to death.

This is my motherfucking song of death
works better than the red dragons breath
brings more chaos than that of the Slaadi
more suffering than those of nagí-sakí
my sword is older than all the gods combined
crafted by my own mind!
In that way you could say
this sword is a part of my imagination
power centralizatoin
I shall recite this song of death
unleash the power of the aincent dragons breath
you challenge me to fight
I grab my sword fill me with might
I am cursed by the eternal night
thou shalt never see the light
I break down churches and holy places
wipe out all those do-goody races
elves, dwarves, unicorns and gnomes
destroy all their homes
no families, or children just weep
cuz right now, they are all six feet deep
fear my evil, fear my strength
otherwise I will recite my song of death!

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dengsi fyrir 22 árum, 11 mánuðum

So, you've entered the contest?! Good for you, my friend :) Now let us be jolly together, alright?

What a fearless boy ya are
Ya haven's lost sofar
Couldn't someone have counted his wins?
Couldn't someone have cleaned his sins?
But let's keep it realistic
I'm too darn artistic
Me mother didn't want me
'nd me father just went to sea
Have you forgot your manners?
(Look at all those awfull scanners!)
Hear him come to you at night
When ya sleeping so tight
WAKE UP !
Me little friend
WAKE UP !
'cause he's coming tonight :þ What the…? Who the…? Why in the…? Well, this just has to do!

“Go for the eyes, Boo! Go for the eyes!” - Minsc

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[Notanda eytt] fyrir 22 árum, 10 mánuðum

Being Jolly is not something that I can be. I have suffered a curse far worse than anything you could possibly imagine, driven by thirst for blood, and locked in a cage of darkness. Being Jolly is something I will never be…

My curse is eternal
my curse is for-ever
my curse is infernal
my curse will never
release me

My curse inflicts pain
my curse inflicts death
my curse inflicts vain
my curse is made of wrath
from the gods

My curse is from me
my curse is for me
my curse is to be
my curse is to be
forever

 tRAvi5 En Bravixz

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dengsi fyrir 22 árum, 8 mánuðum

My life has been
a one big sorrow
and I won't ever
see tomorrow

The only one
who's gonna weap for me life
and has a great big heart
is the woman called “me wife”

Far away I met my doom
and nothing I could do
so I just stood there…and waited
and was almost killed by…whom?

My life has swept away
my memories and reasoning
Asked if I had some exciting adventures including dragons and stuff
but I said “nei”

-Scouz What the…? Who the…? Why in the…? Well, this just has to do!

“Go for the eyes, Boo! Go for the eyes!” - Minsc

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