Through crooked pines and bramble shade A fire burned where thieves had stayed Seven tents in woodland damp Smoke and steel, the bandits’ camp Kojak climbed where branches bend Bowstring drawn on captain’s end Brannik ghosted through the fern With a bomb that would not burn Vivika walked through their gate Song of honey, smile of fate Bandits swayed in drunken trance While the captain asked to dance Hidden steel and patient breath Every Misfit courting death In the bandit’s camp tonight Steel and shadow start the fight Fire, poison, blood and flame None will leave the woods the same Axes fall and arrows stamp War begins in the bandit’s camp From the captain’s tent stepped stone Dwarven eyes and voice like bone Magic broke the spellbound air Bandits waking to despair Brannik’s bomb then split the dark Silent thunder, fatal spark Dagger slid beneath a rib Sickle cut the bandit’s wind Arrow screamed from Kojak’s tree Captain howled in agony Fire ripped from coals and flame Sorcerer called Brannik’s name Smoke and steel and forest breath Every Misfit dancing death In the bandit’s camp tonight Steel and shadow start the fight Fire, poison, blood and flame None will leave the woods the same Axes fall and arrows stamp War begins in the bandit’s camp Vivika rang iron bell Calling Haas from shadowed hell Greataxe fell with thunder’s sound One man folded to the ground Legion’s mace like judgment swung Bones were crushed and iron rung Brannik blinked through space and smoke Poison breath and dagger stroke Kojak ran from living fire Scimitar drawn sharp and dire Steel flashed bright through ash and pine Blood ran dark on forest vine Daggers spinning in the air Sorcerer trapped in silver snare Krunk stood bleeding, half a man Still he cursed the Misfits’ plan Vivika raised her battle axe Arm fell clean with crimson cracks Skull then split with iron clamp Death came down in the bandit’s camp “’Tis but a flesh wound…” In the bandit’s camp tonight Misfits carved the woods with fight Flame and steel and poisoned breath Left the clearing full of death Loot and legend from the stamp Of bloodshed in the bandit’s camp One dwarf fled through ash and pine Leaving fire and silver coin Misfits walked the woodland damp Victors of the bandit’s camp.
