The Leslac Version
Leslac singing
Tarma singing
The warrior and the sorceress rode into
Viden-town
For they had heard of evil there and meant to bring it down
An overlord with iron hand who rules his folk with fear --
Bartender, shut that minstrel up and bring
another beer.
The warrior and the sorceress went searching high
and low
That isn’t true, I tell you, and I think that I
should know!
They meant to find the tyrant who’d betrayed his
people’s trust
And bring the monster’s power and pride to tumble in the dust.
They searched through all the town to find and bring him to defeat.
Like Hell! What we were looking for was wine and
bread and meat!
They found him in the tavern and they challenged
him to fight.
We found him holding up the bar, drunk as a pig,
that night.
The tyrant laughed and mocked at them, with vile
words and base.
He tripped on Warrl’s tail, then took exception
to my face.
The warrior was too wise for him; his blade clove
only air!
He swung, I ducked, he lunged -- and then he
tripped over a chair.
With but a single blow the warrior brought him to
his doom!
About that time he turned around -- I got him
with a broom.
And in a breath the deed was done! The
tyrant-lord lay dead!
I didn’t mean for him to hit the fire iron with
his head!
The wife that he had kept shut up they freed and
set on high
And Viden-town beneath her hand contentedly did lie.
I went to find his next-of-kin and to the girl
confess --
“Your husband wasn’t much before, but now he’s rather less --”
“He was a drunken sot, and I’ll be better off”, she said.
“And while I can’t admit it, I’m not sorry that he’s dead.
So here’s a little something -- but you’d best be on your way --
I’ll claim it was an accident if you’ll just leave today.”
In triumph out of Viden-town the partners rode
again
To find another tyrant and to clean him from his den --
The scourge of evil and the answer to a desperate prayer!
Don’t you believe a word of it -- I know, ‘cause
I was there!
