You know what they say, "Never waste a Friday tea on a goblin master"

But there I was, in my helmet with my eyes red

And so, I bring him to Mount Fear

This man couldn't dance

He only caught a single dungeoneer

And he was clapping these iron chains (ugh)

It doesn't matter though

He no longer has what it takes to be

With a lord like me

I'm overdramatic, I know what I want

I'm leaving the mountain, and you can't come

Farewell, Skarkill

I don't know what's so lovely 'cause I've had my fill

Oh yeah, I need

A technomantic pyromaniac like me

No huns, no monks, ow

Spare me the miremen in swimming trunks

Oh yeah, I need

A technomantic pyromaniac like me

Telling secrets there on the spyglass

Wearing something that isn't in my class

In every quest you've failed my test, your brain cells are quite sparse

So get out (now), had enough of dry farce

I'm overdramatic, I know what I want

I'm leaving the dragon, and you can't come

Farewell, Skarkill

I don't know what's so lovely 'cause I've had my fill

Oh yeah, I need

A technomantic pyromaniac like me

No huns, no monks, ow

Spare me the troubadours who think they're hunks

Oh yeah, I need

A technomantic pyromaniac like me

(Shut up for me)

Get out of my sight

Leave Grippa and Rhark

Limp that limp and take a hike somewhere dark

You'll never be Lord Fear, I set too high a bar

Limp that limp

Say goodbye and

Take your irons

Stop your cryin'

I'm the star

Farewell, Skarkill

I don't know what's so lovely 'cause I've had my fill

Oh yeah, I need

A technomantic pyromaniac like me

No huns, no monks, ow

Spare me the cavernwights with swinging trunks

Oh yeah, I need

A technomantic, so-pedantic

Keeps-his-cool and never-frantic

Wants-no-men-from-the-Atlantic lord like me