Lyrics
We sail our skiffs across the silt and deep sands
Evading slavers and salamander war bands
Carving through this wasteland, riddled with ruins
I ain’t no tourist, Born a drylander druid
I carry the heads of elemental clerics
My legion of feral halflings, they’re barbaric
Sacred weapons of bone, obsidian and stone
I came to kill a sorcerer-king and claim his throne
Yo, whatever planet Athas or Arrakis
You know this sand man’s rocking dark sunglasses
Dune trader and soulknife pay attention to classes
Defiling turns the green into swampy molasses
Bred for slaves, we won’t take it no mul
Equality is the dwarf human hybrids goal
Write our demands on scroll with charcoal
Then ignored by the sorcerer kings with no soul
In this burnt world we cannibalize caravans
My aarakocra army is taking the hinterlands
Make that coin, gladiator pits in Urik & Tyr
A villain veteran of struggle and despair
My spies infiltrate dynastic merchant houses
We move the spice while killing mini-bosses
I deploy my psionic Thri-kreen strike teams
Destroy the dracolich and accomplish my dreams
From the Scorpion Planes to the Sea of Silt
No dray gonna sleep until blood is spilt
Dregoth spawn from Giustenal
As deadly bare knuckle as when holding an arsenal
Barely survived the Cleansing Wars
As rare and as scaly as dinosaurs
In this land of sand there very few bookstores
I need a recipe tome for cooking centaurs