Knightmare Dungeon = Streets of London by Ralph McTell

[Drassil]

Based on: Streets of London by Ralph McTell
Official audio

Have you seen the old man in the stocks all locked up,
Crying out for pity with worn out voice?
You can see he doesn't know, he lost his marbles long ago,
Yesterday’s wizard giving yesterday’s choice.

So how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me fit you with a helm and guide you though the Knightmare Dungeon,
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old crone within the Knightmare Dungeon,
Dirt up her nose and her clothes in rags?
She’s no time for walking, she just keeps right on squawking,
Carrying fake maps and dressed up in drag.

So how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me fit you with a helm and guide you though the Knightmare Dungeon,
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind.

In the dingy throne room somewhere on the second Level,
Same old man sitting there with a groan,
Meets a dungeoneer, so he tries to raise their Life Force,
Each VIM lasts an hour, and he acts as if he's stoned.

So how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me fit you with a helm and guide you though the Knightmare Dungeon,
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old man outside the murky sewers,
Magic fading like the red robes that he wears?
After six long series, he's not a threat like Fear is,
He's one more forgotten menace with a head of streaky hair.

So how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me fit you with a helm and guide you though the Knightmare Dungeon,
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind.