Level Two Pussies

(Clerics of) Torm Will Run (to the tune of "Born to Run" by the Boss (but not the boss of me))

In the day we duke it out in the tombs of a cleric of a god named Torm
We fight and find a skull that's not gory, it doesn't fit the norm
Stole from the crypt, this baby's mine
Chrome steel, dark infected and Prob'ly pretty fuckin' malign
Hold on just a minute, we'll hide it out back
"Those two doors, don't move them a crack
In a minute we'll be done"
But damn this sucks, those clerics of Torm will run

Not gonna get back in, the day has reached it's end
The statues chased us from the temple
And on this one rule we thought we could depend
But you've been a bad example
Together we could stop this crap
Dwarf sees what he sees, and now we'll get no combat
We've got a brand new frequent flier
Of this running I get more and more tired
How often will this apply
They copy what they see when the clerics of Torm will run

Outside their church demi-godlike men preach to the whole churchyard
They weigh all their words to inspire courage
And try not to make it look hard
"When times are wrong, that's when you must be strong
It's this pure evil you must resist"
But things get tough with the cleric, that's when you look down
And you see that his pants have been pissed

We're fighting the damned with fleeing heroes, just hoping we can survive
Half the party's out on the run tonight and theres no place left to hide
Together, cleric, we'll fight through the badness
to get past all the madness is our goal
Someday, cleric, I dont know when, you'll stop inspiring fear
And we'll face all our foes, thenour retreat will be done
But now our half-orc's freaked out, 'cause the clerics of Torm will run
No one's got the guts, clerics of Torm will run
We'll drown in blood, 'cause clerics of Torm will run