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tarrasque broke my shed (and ate the village) - konstantinos kourentzes lyrics

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the beast rose from the earth with apocalyptic rage!
three hundred feet of death, unk!llable and caged!
it crushed the temple, flattened every home and hall!
but that motherf*cking monster destroyed my workshop wall!

the village burns in ashes, the people scream and flee~
but in his heart, one dwarf weeps for carpentry~

the tarrasque! the tarrasque!
laid waste to everything i know!
my shed! my beautiful shed!
where my legendary tools were stowed!

f*ck the orphanage! f*ck the grain supply!
my hand*carved workbench made me cry!

oh tragic loss~ of lumber and of nails~
the kingdom falls~ but one dwarf’s hammer wails~

i spent forty years organizing every single screw!
color*coded brackets! alphabetical too!
the clerics scream about the casualties and dead!
i’m screaming louder cause it stepped on my tool shed!

the mayor’s wife was eaten~
the children saw such horror~
but hear this dwarf’s soul beaten~
for his sacred workshop corner~
he built it stone by stone~
with mortise, tenon, care~
now reduced to rubble lone~
his precious planer’s snare~

that shed…
that f*cking shed…
had my father’s lathe in it…
my grandfather’s hand plane!
three generations of accumulated masterwork chisels!

a vintage shadowdeep vise worth 3,000 gold!
my collection of exotic hardwoods from when i was bold!
the mayor can suck it with his “civilian death toll”!
my shed had sentimental value, you bureaucratic assh0l*!

the kingdom mourns a thousand souls today!
(but one dwarf mourns his organized display~)

the tarrasque brought extinction to our door!
(his label maker~ perfectly organized drawer~)

civilization crumbles! hope is lost!
(that shed was worth exactly fourteen thousand, five*hundred*forty*two gold, not counting sentimental cost!)

they’re rebuilding the castle! the marketplace! the temple spire!
but n0body gives a sh*t about my sacred woodworking empire!
let him grieve~ his hammers and his saws~
for every dwarf~ must have his cause~
the world may burn~ in tarrasque flame~
but workshop loss~ brings greater shame~

i had a half*finished rocking chair in there…
it was supposed to be for my daughter’s wedding…
*sob*
f*ck that lizard…

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