CaptDave4499
02-03-2006, 10:57 PM
Welcome to my Dungeon, come on in
Hold this torch the tours’ about to begin
Stay close to me, don’t touch the walls
Ignore the inhabitant’s pleas and calls
Here in this chamber, I greet new guests
Put them through some basic torture tests
Over there daily beatings are given
Screams of pain keep the punishers driven
Now come with me, walk this way
Down these halls never see the light of day
Chained to that table is someone bad
So we drip water on his forehead to dive him mad
Watch your step, walk around the hole
For deep inside lay forgotten souls
Avoid the puddles; they’re not what you think
They’re infectious waste the locals drink
The rats down here are larger than dogs
Also be on the lookout for carnivorous hogs
Ah here we are the chamber of confession
In here the guilty learn a horrible lesson
Don’t look at them, just keep walking
Their tongues are removed to keep them from talking
Torture and pain are a way of life here
Some even survive on what many fear
Oh my, please forgive the smell
This is were we keep those, who aren’t quite well
Soon it’ll be feeding time, it’s a nasty brew
There’s plenty for all, how ‘bout you
Please don’t panic, you’ll only make it worse
I promise to take pleasure when you hurt
Dungeon Master
Hold this torch the tours’ about to begin
Stay close to me, don’t touch the walls
Ignore the inhabitant’s pleas and calls
Here in this chamber, I greet new guests
Put them through some basic torture tests
Over there daily beatings are given
Screams of pain keep the punishers driven
Now come with me, walk this way
Down these halls never see the light of day
Chained to that table is someone bad
So we drip water on his forehead to dive him mad
Watch your step, walk around the hole
For deep inside lay forgotten souls
Avoid the puddles; they’re not what you think
They’re infectious waste the locals drink
The rats down here are larger than dogs
Also be on the lookout for carnivorous hogs
Ah here we are the chamber of confession
In here the guilty learn a horrible lesson
Don’t look at them, just keep walking
Their tongues are removed to keep them from talking
Torture and pain are a way of life here
Some even survive on what many fear
Oh my, please forgive the smell
This is were we keep those, who aren’t quite well
Soon it’ll be feeding time, it’s a nasty brew
There’s plenty for all, how ‘bout you
Please don’t panic, you’ll only make it worse
I promise to take pleasure when you hurt
Dungeon Master