Thou hast glass bones and paper skin
So be careful they don′t step on thee
Paper cuts and glass shards on their skin
Will have them bleed (they have low AC)
Listen up
Battle cries
Armour on
Start to fight
Cast a spell
Throw a fist
It's a war
Hit or miss
Have no fear
Conquer thy demons tonight
Draw thy sword
Find within thyself the strength
And roll the dice of destiny
Alea iacta est
Alea iacta est
Let me give thee some bardic inspiration
Nananananana nananana
Nananananana
Nananananana nananana
Nananananana
What arst thou going to be?
An NPC or a player?
The choice is thyne
Big bad evil guy or the mighty dragon slayer?
We all have the chance to be heroes
Save ourselves and the world
Thou don′t need nobody's approval
Just thyself and thy sword
Polymorph
Sneak attack
Divine smite
Eldritch blast
Hellish rebuke
Flurry of blows
Or a spell to cast
They can't stop the party
Draw thy sword
Find within thyself the strength
And roll the dice of destiny
Alea iacta est
Alea iacta est
Let me give thee some bardic inspiration
Nananananana nananana
Nananananana
Nananananana nananana
Nananananana
Townspeople might call thee a freak
Make thee feel unworthy and weak
But if a bard sang thy toils
They would sound legendary
Townspeople might call thee a freak
Make thee feel unworthy and weak
But if a bard sang thy toils
They would sound legendary
Alea iacta est
Alea iacta est
Let me give thee some bardic inspiration
Nananananana nananana
Nananananana
Nananananana nananana
Nananananana
