Filks for the pitfallen

[Nazurahei]

VETERANS OF THE DUNGEON SPORES (Sung to the tune of “Veterans of the Psychic Wars" by Blue Oyster Cult w/ lyrics by Mr. Michael Moorcock)

You see me now a veteran of a million dungeon spores
I’ve fallen into a pit trap, and it’s caused a great uproar
I’m good enough with the dice that I’ve made a save or three
But luck can’t hold out forever
I just inhaled something very, very bad for me

Don’t let these saves go on
It’s time we had a break from it
It’s time you let us breathe
We’ve been losing all our CON
We’ve had our hit points pawned
Oh, please, don’t let these saves go on

You ask me why I’m choking, why I can’t speak to you
You mock me for my coughing, how I hack up viscous goo
But it’s nestled in my lungs, dear, and there’s no end that I know
And I can’t say if I’m gonna...
I can’t say if I’m gonna shake this disease

Don’t let these saves go on
It’s time we had a break from it
It’s time the you let us breathe
We’ve been losing all our CON
We’ve had our hit points pawned
Oh, please, don’t let these saves go on

You see me now a veteran of a million dungeon spores
My armor’s now discolored just like the priest of Torm’s
It’s itching in my nostrils, and I’m holding back a sneeze
Mold is all I’m made of
Did someone say this module would be a breeze?

Don’t let these saves go on
It’s time we had a break from it
Heal me if you can
For my constitution’s weak
I’m turning yellow like a freak
Oh please don’t let these saves go on
Don’t let these saves go on
Don’t let these saves go on