"Peatwyn, by Rite and Rhyme”

“Peatwyn, by Rite and Rhyme” [Verse 1] In the wildwood deep where the ghostlights play, And the dead don't rest come end of day, Walks a gnome with a shawm and a crooked grin, With a flask in his vest and a prayer within. [Chorus] He’s a cleric by rite, and he smites by light, But his heart plays tunes by the fire at night. With a crossbow cursed and a hymn on high, He’ll bless ya, bury ya, or make you cry! [Verse 2] His teeth are fake, his nose is flat, He cusses like a priest and sings like a cat. With scars like maps of a life well-spent, And boots that’ve danced ‘cross a continent. [Chorus] He’s a cleric by rite, and he smites by light, But his heart plays tunes by the fire at night. With a crossbow cursed and a hymn on high, He’ll bless ya, bury ya, or make you cry! [Bridge] Oh, Voln gave him vows, but music gave him wings, And every undead he sends to rest still hears him when he sings... [Final Chorus] He’s a cleric by rite, and he smites by light, Yet he’ll busk in the square come full moon night. A bard by blood and a priest by flame, Peatwyn, Peatwyn—that’s the name!