Beauty in a Can (Remastered)
Furia charged into the Cradle after Ulf and nearly didn't make it, and we found her floating in a healing tank deep in the old dwarf city. Once she woke up, she finished his axe, gave it a fresh enchantment, and made very sure he knew exactly where to put his finger. It's a love song, mostly.
Ulf placed a bet in Garamond's Keep
Find us in Pyke in about a week
Furia's making his axe much better
A personal touch to show her pleasure
After missing time, and missing us
She charged the Cradle for her crush
Not just anyone would go so far
What will be Ulf's delivery charge?
Beauty's in the eye of beholder
But all that see her seem to know her
Her fire red hair if you find her
To trace those curves, need a Flamebinder
In Dwelodain, the Elders waited
Slow extinction when magic faded
We made it in, Ulf learned to pronounce
Flame binder name of his honored house
Elder Dogrin of a house forgot
Showed us around what the Elders lost
Hall of Recovery, rows of tubes
Bubbling inside, Dragon Blood goo
Beauty's in the eye of beholder
But all that see her seem to know her
Her fire red hair if you find her
To trace those curves, need a Flamebinder
The last tube waiting, the last in line
Someone injured is floating inside
Peer past the glass, see the spray of red
Recognized relief his love's not dead
In the corner by her damaged pack
Leaned Ulf's old favorite enchanted axe
Menkenard Tomediver doctored her
Impressed by her slaughter he'd observed
Beauty's in the eye of beholder
But all that see her seem to know her
Her fire red hair if you find her
To trace those curves, need a Flamebinder
Once she woke up and brought Ulf his axe
Finished binding new magic at last
With mischievous air she guides his hand
To the engraved shaft to set command
He feels the curves Furia engraved
She whispers to press between the legs
Ho! Ho! Ho! He'll shout! And swing the axe
His finger shoved in her tiny (Hey!)
Beauty's in the eye of beholder
But all that see her seem to know her
Her fire red hair if you find her
To trace those curves, need a Flamebinder
Dwarven poems don't translate too well
But now there's icy magic behind his yell
Take one look at that shaft and all can see
Rest of his life's the delivery fee
Beauty's in the eye of beholder
But all that see her seem to know her
Her fire red hair if you find her
To trace those curves, need a Flamebinder
Beauty's in hand of Ulf the holder
She needs to see a man who's bolder
Sign of her heart, that sacred ring
Give all you've got, to make her sing
She's worth it, don't let anybody butt in
Ho ho ho, Flamebinder!
Doesn't get better
I get wetter
When he yells that
HO HO HO!
HO HO!
HO!