Ataris - Fast Times At Drop Out High lyrics

The day turned night

Inside the mountain a dreary dwarf town

No sound at all

Companion's path leads steep way down

They found the place, the hall of past

At last their hope, their hope went west

They saw a corpse torn in shreds

All around shattered heads

A rotten hand

Was clung to words from a burnt diary

Go take the book

We're gonna hear 'bout this dark mistery

They're at the gate, Orks in the town

A fiery whip lash shakes the ground

The gost of living fire

I hear the beating of a wooden drum

Telling stories 'bout the Lost and Gone

I hear the beating of a wooden drum

Can you hear it too?

All eyes on him

A silent sting hit their hearts with fear

The sound is near

We're cought there's no way to get out of here

The wizard raised, his wand in praise

Flee out of here, escape the chase

This is my day, my fight!

I hear the beating.