Ballad of the Evil Fate

Written by Arthur Mountaniol

I’ve been foretold by a gnome
That I’d leave my father’s home
And lose my purse with gold
In the dead of night, alone and cold

I wouldn’t see my love
For 100 years, sleeping in a grape grove
Haunted by a voice of bizarre
A fool’s advice leaving me with a scar

They would burn my orb out
At the Opium Den called “Paradise Snout”
And I’d be really scared to death
By a bold dwarf on a poled, unknown path

Would end up in a prison cell
Cheering up in a living hell
But then I’d get some help from a girl
With a big head and a curious hair curl

What a roaming soul
Rolling oddball
No beginning, no end
In this wacky land