Mining for Truth
Giant red trees, a lot of bombs, and a lot of burning, and then we ended up in a mine. Thracknar brought the whole thing down, cursing that nothing built by non-dwarves was ever up to code. Sometimes you have to dig underneath to find the truth.
Fresh off the rail line
Escaped the hillbillies
Wyldovan forest's got
Some truly massive trees
Red leaves, huge trunks. Can't miss 'em
Leaves the size of blankets
Trunks too big to see around
Shame we set the bombs off
And burned 'em to the ground
Mining for the truth
Not always literal
Sometimes you've got to go below
To escape the talking's spell
We didn't know we'd interrupt
The hostage-trading elves
Nor that the bombs were meant
To blow them all to hell
And the hostages too?
They'd seized the Proud mine operatives
Illegal digging down
To pull the gems and secrets out
From under Elven ground
Mining for the truth
Not always literal
Sometimes you've got to go below
To escape the talking's spell
Thanks to our intervention
The bombs went off too soon
We're immediately arrested
Jim stares at elven girls
That doesn't rhyme
Cephalus and Cephus
Burned but still alive
Swear they'll meet out vengeance on
The Deepwrights city hive
Mining for the truth
Not always literal
Sometimes you've got to go below
To escape the talking's spell
The forest burns around us
We hide inside the mine
Only save one miner
Thracknar reads gnomish mind
Yeah, by poking it with his finger!
The elves watch in horror
At the forest burning down
The miner grabs an artifact
To try to hose it down
Mining for the truth
Not always literal
Sometimes you've got to go below
To escape the talking's spell
Thanks to a magic dragon pool
Aedric sees where Ari is
North to the three ladies
Is where he starts to head
So he figured out Jim isn't Ari, right?
Thracknar buries the entrance
It wasn't up to code
Jasper loots the bodies
More for tattoed skins than gold
We're put to sleep and trebucheted
Out of the forest trees
We wake up to see some horses
Right in Jim's face, he screams
Mining for the truth
Sometimes literal
Thanks to our time below
We know where Ari dwells
We'll head up to Three Ladies
A town that's mighty strange
No walls or gates to greet us
And monkeys roam free-range
So Jasper stole that horn of water, didn't he?