Context from a Bard

The Necrodancer - A storybook story by Leocanto Costoso


Oh come my friends, I'll tell you a tale,
Of a morbid bard, and his life story.
And how he loved himself oh so much,
And all the power he did possess.

Now this did happen once upon a time
When Kantas wasn't so complex
How he worshipped the sounds he made
And when the wizards spurned him he became obsessed.

This bard is known as the Necrodancer
And he's in hell sure as tales that I tell
He could cast spells like a Necromancer
But he's in hell sure as tales that I tell
He's in hell sure as tales that I tell.

His songs were strong and he had powers so dark
Than bards should have within their keeping
His spells could mimic all arcane arts
Thought himself best and hardly cheating.

This bard is known as the Necrodancer
And he's in hell sure as tales that I tell
He could cast spells like a Necromancer
But he's in hell sure as tales that I tell
He's in hell sure as tales that I tell.

Now he said, "Don't you know my curse:
I can't stop playing for the ghost in my chest?"
I said, "Don't you know that my songs and my verse
Always have a happy ending?"
Then we beat him up just like in the books
And with his treasure we rode away

This bard was known as the Necrodancer
And he's in hell sure as tales that I tell
He came back once, but we had his answer
So he's back in hell sure as tales that I tell