This is the song of the great adventurers Kerhan the Silent, Priadin the Faithful, Tannen the Hero, Dominus the General, Mora the Crane, and Brawldefor the Warrior-poet and how they charged the bandit's tower to ride the mountain pass of banditry. The Bandits' Tower

The Bandits' Tower

"In days soon past the bandits raid
And the heroes of our escapade
Gathered once more to settle out
With the leaders in a frightful bout!

Through the snow and greusome muck the trudged
So heartily the mountains budged
And shook the vile tower a bit
Sending yon villains into a snit

And as they came upon the ru'ns
A pair of hapless tool goons
Roasted upon spit with spite
A wholly bad and wretched sight
And full of wrath then charged in
The silent great barbarian

With guards in pulp the six approached
The foe that none had ever poached
With bravery the heroes passed
Into the towers blackened past

Inside the stone two choices stood
Each one came a-promisin' blo'd
One stair up and one stair down
A chioce as hard as a bottle of Browns
Down they went into hell
With a prayer to pray that all went well
On the lips of the warriors a vow
To seek in evils hidout now

Through the reddened door they strode
Into the darkned death's abode
Where lay an abomination
The form of hate in alteration
Tenticales that would mithril rent/dd>
It took TWO blows to be spent
But not before it inflicted
Grevious wounds as predicted
Upon the Barbarian and his friend
The Hero with a heavy name to spend
The keepers of the castle fell

Beneath the axe that smote through hell
And in the deep the heroes napped
Without fear of being trapped
By the other denizens of the tower
Who hearing the fight begin to cower

On the next day the six did mount
Stairs far to great to count
And at the top of the path
Laid another work of wrath

Behind the bastion of evil waited
The creatures whom their breath was baited
From the throes of death to living land
So long as they served a darker hand

But woe to they the monsters foul
Who stood at the hour of Owl
When Lylar's faithful preist strode forth
And shining bright his disk gave birth
To very light of god
That shattered evil where it trod
Scampering from the man in vain
The undead foes burst into flame

Bored again our heroes left
The tower that the mountain cleft
And back to their home came
Wishing their foes weren't such a shame

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