Trust the Mage

(to Bob Seger's "Turn the Page")

In a land of orcs and golems

Beasts with many arms

Your group tramples through the darkness

Singing words from unknown tongues

They're all filled inside with warm ale

From the bar they left an hour before

Now your group on road’s adventuring

With weapons sharp and crude

And you’re walking midnight hours

When odd shadows come at you

And fierce arms grab swords for fighting

Hope the aim of spell is true

There he is

On the road, a friend

There he is

Staff he will raise

There he goes

Hurling fire again

We all know

Trust the mage

Dice there on the table

Aid a double damage blade

Living out a fantasy

With character you play

And your spells bring things unholy

And they chase the ghouls away

Early in the morning

Game is over, time to sleep

There’s a shadow near the local diner

Skin begins to creep

You cast a spell unhesitant

Then otherworldly shriek

There you are

Facing foe again

There you are

Can’t leave, escape

There you go

Playing part again

They should know

You’re the mage