Dungeon Master (Remastered)
A thank-you to our DM, who builds the whole world and then has to watch us wreck it every week. Every table deserves a hymn for the person behind the screen.
The time has come to crack the tomes
Pull the sheets out, roll some bones
Attack the darkness, pour the dew
Pizza's ordered, funyuns too
Hail, hail to the DM
Master of us all
The only thing he doesn't know
Is how the dice will fall
Weekday evenings or weekends
Two lunch hours sneak some in
In our minds we find escape
In the world the DM made
Teladrimm, home to our quest
What we're doing we don't know yet
Finding out is half the fun
Thanks to how this game is run
Hail, hail to the DM
Master of us all
The only thing he doesn't know
Is how the dice will fall
Weekday evenings or weekends
Two lunch hours sneak some in
In our minds we find escape
In the world the DM made
Weekday evenings made
Teladrimm, home to our quest
What we're doing we don't know yet
Finding out is half the fun
Thanks to how this game is run
After finding adventure and ourselves
We put the books back on the shelves
To plot and scheme and plan return
To the table we all yearn
Hail, hail to the DM
Master of us all
The only thing he doesn't know
Is how the dice will fall
Hail! Hail! To the DM
Master of the game
The only thing that we all know
We'll never be the same