Now one about hunting in Old Ta'Faendryl.
In a big and swarmy OTF, east of Illistim
You can listen to a gnome scream out a yell of death
You can think about the woman, the Lady she was before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, they way they always do
When she's alchemizing sixteen hours and there's no recipe left to do
And you don't feel much like dying, you just wish the ISP didn't screw
There she is, in OTF again
There she is, enraged Ithzir again
There she goes, gettin' stunned again
There she goes, turned her last page
Well, you get dragged to the dais all beat up from the blow
And you feel the eyes upon you as you're laughing as a ghost
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just got to be bold
Most times you can't see the Scouts ambush, other times you can
All the same old cliches, is it furry, is it man?
And you always seem encumbered, so you don't dare make a stand
There she is, in OTF again
There she is, enraged Ithzir again
There she goes, gettin' stunned again
There she goes, turned her last page
Out there in the Old City, you're a million rooms away
Every ounce of mana, you try to cast it away
As the gestures pour out your body like the tomes that you obey
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
With the ringin' in your ears from all the blows to the head
You drink the day's last bottle of wine, remembering being dead
There she is, in OTF again
There she is, enraged Ithzir again
There she goes, gettin' stunned again
There she goes, turned her last page
There she is, in OTF again
There she is, enraged Ithzir again
There she goes, gettin' stunned again
There she goes, turned her last page
~Aulis
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