i'm in the dungeon under torchlight
hunting for some more fights
lunging at these monsters with a hundred different sword types
this one just isn't your night
i'm plundering your undergarments but they feel all tight
i collect the sets of armor
i slot the buttonhole with ember for some extra mana
i'm rough like a dog bark
drop bars like a bard practising a lost art
rap battling a path to the boss part on hard
to ensure i've done the job
you just can't get the staff these days
waving my piece at dangerous beasts
flaming and making them bleed
changing their brain to debris
savour the pain and release
when i slay 'em and the game says