Rise of The Master (Remastered)

In the backwoods of Garden Valley, where the trees reach the sky, A wunderkind was born to fly high. Raised by hippies, free and wild, A prodigy emerged, a most wondrous child. Chorus: He’s The Master, born to lead the way, With the wisdom of the ages and the power to sway. From taming llamas to swinging the axe, He’s a force of nature, nothing he lacks. Verse 2: With a mind sharpened by philosophers and songs, The prodigy learned right from the ancient wrongs. His body a weapon, honed in karate's embrace, A legend in the making, destiny in his face. Chorus: He’s The Master, born to lead the way, With the wisdom of the ages and the power to sway. From taming llamas to swinging the axe, He’s a force of nature, nothing he lacks. Bridge: At Piney Pinecone’s birth, he stood tall, His contributions echoed, the call of the hall. To the Polytechnic, he ventured forth, Learning secrets of the mind, the future’s course. Verse 3: At the dawn of Tapey Beercone, his legend took flight, With vision and prowess he brought the game to light. With axe handle in hand, he carved the path anew, The Master’s skill and spirit shone through. Chorus: He’s The Master, born to lead the way, With the wisdom of the ages and the power to sway. From taming llamas to swinging the axe, He’s a force of nature, nothing he lacks. Outro: As the undisputed best, they all knew, He led the Buckos, their triumphs he drew. Undefeated in the Arctic, he stood tall and proud, The Master’s reign was fierce, his legacy loud. Riding high, the best of the early days, The Master's name in Tapey Beercone stays. A legend in his prime, unmatched and grand, The Master’s story, forever may it stand.