I am the dungeon master
I will control your lives.
I have the answer to all your questions…
But I’ll tell you now…
They’re lies!
I will torture you at pleasure
Cut you as I please…
Pop your eyes like swollen zits
Bring you to your knees.
My chains are made from iron
The strongest in the land…
They’ll hold you firm within my walls,
Bind both your legs and hands.
My knives and swords are countless…
Each sliced a thousand cuts,
They’ve taken more heads than the guillotine,
Yet so smooth to touch.
My ovens burn real slowly…
Bake you before they roast.
They will turn your bones a flaky white…
And all your skin to toast.
I am the dungeon master…
All will hear my call.
I’ll smile real nice into your eyes
While laughing at you fools.