"Narrowly escaping the bloodsoaked plains of Krockelschnide
Thus avoiding The Holy Sword of Truth
And a just fate in the hands of the Knights of Courage
Sir Mollusc now journeys through the Gnome Pathways
Towards the underground city of Pièrru
Ruled by the Sorcerous Order of Dark Moustache..."

Rooted in the Pits of Hell
Lies Magic City of the Spells
Dirty old men grab their balls,
send fire from the Twilight Hall
Will-o-Wisps set the show

As a gift some boys are sent...
Oh no, they're on their knees until they're spent!
Undead skeletons fuck their heads,
molest their brains until they're dead
Where the Towers do grow...

Sir Mollusc & his Evil Knights:
"Muhaha, I am evil Sir Mollusc"
And we are his Evil Knights
"without thanks but ample payment"
we will ask your aid!

Archsorcerer:
"Trouble rather the dragon in his lair
than the Sorcerer amongst his scrolls!"
Pedantics of Dark Moustache (w/ their fingers extended):
With Dark Ma-gic!
Death-ly and tra-gic!
Vic-tims fry as fire-balls fly!

(Negotiations and Torment in the Twilight Hall)

Finally the sorcerers come to terms
And for their help demand a price:
"Shit of giants and owlbears' sperm
give us and you shall see your enemies die..."