Raven Tamer And The Swan Rider

Mighty and fearless
Skilled with the scythe
Crusher of snails and a tavern disco dancer
Sent by the council of middle-aged warlocks
A quest to find the featherless raven
Give him a gift and ride him into war.

This quest is so stupid our mighty hero said
I rather ride a maiden in a hero king size bed
Then bust a disco move to a medieval groove
Finally end the night as so many before
Passed out drunk on the tavern floor.

He is not your typical hero, but he never turns down a quest
And a magic raven could surely help
To aid him in the war against corrupted snails
They are the plague that scorch the earth
They sing their songs long into the night
A snailsong that ends a human’s light.

On the shores of Ravenlore
The waves are calmly hitting the shores
The fog is thick it's hard to see, from the night a heartbreaking scream
The snails, the snails, the snails are here
If you want to live cover your ears
The snails, the snails, the snails are here
If you want to live cover your ears.

So much to life for
I don't want die
But the song is slowly boiling my insides
Please help me
Please help me
Please help me
Before it's too late.

Silence upon the restless shore
Beneath the coldest stars
Time lays a vale, on the ground, hiding tales that once was told
But nevermore.

I will never feel the scent
Of winter or spring again
My soul can't rest, I'm trapped, on the shores of Ravenlore
Please set me free.

The quest had led our hero to the shores of Ravenlore
The wind carrying whispers from beyond the grave
He promised he would avenge the death of the people from the shores
This was the gift the featherless raven had been waiting for.

A bright light shines
And up from the deeps
A glowing raven arises
With an intimidating beak.

High above the mountains
Over hills and valleys
Our hero rides the raven
The one completely shaven
Still finding time for tavern disco dancing
Finally end the night as so many before
Passed out drunk on the tavern floor.

Waking up
Next to a dwarf
She's holding his hand
Oh shit, it's time to bail
He jumps up on his raven after a glass of ale.

The only thing he leaves behind, are a pile of snail shells
He might also has forgotten his shirt. And his purse on the tavern floor
He might not be the brightest but in war he's the rightest
Arriving to a village, where the snails has already been
One lonely survivor tells the tales of what he has seen.

They came here the coldest of nights
Led by the snail riding the white
A battle swan with armor steel
We could not do nothing but kneel
Fear not peasant your savior is here, I'm the one thing the snails fear
With my scythe I will bring peace and set dead lady souls free.

So much to life for
I don't want die
But the song is slowly boiling my insides
Please help me
Please help me
Please help me
Before it's too late.

Silence upon the restless shore
Beneath the coldest stars
Time lays a vale, on the ground, hiding tales that once was told
But nevermore.

High up in the air there is a raven and a swan
Mounted by the heroes who believe they are sent by
Gods, and they both are
Epic battle is fought, and from the sky a raven
Falls, down on the ground, with a last scream, now all is lost the snail has prevailed
The end is here.

But from the smoke a scythe flies through the air
Slicing through the flesh of snails and cutting the swan in Two
Our hero, crushes down on the last snail and finally ending the
Plague, of the snails, setting the souls free
Once again will they feel the breeze
Of spring and winter winds.