Salty

Verse 1

Come gather, ye drunkards, and hand me a ale!I'll sing of a druid and his ridiculous tale.Young Sable of Vallaki took quite a notion,To swim in Lake Zarovich like it's an ocean!He shifted his shape to a giant Orca whale,And splashed in the dark with a flip of his tail.But the water was murky, he lost all direction,And swam right into an eldritch connection!

Chorus

Oh, Salty! Oh, Salty! The blade from the deep!He crawls off the table and into your sleep!A void in reality, dripping and wet,The strangest damn dagger a druid could get!

Verse 2

A Great Old One poked him, or so goes the gossip,Then Sable woke up on the shore with a plop-sip.No hilt on the dagger, just barnacles and rust,A weapon no sensible person would trust!Then one of the barnacles blinked open wide,And stared at our druid with an eyeball inside!Did Sable say "Nope" and then throw it away?Of course not! He took it to bed the next day!

Chorus

Oh, Salty! Oh, Salty! The blade from the deep!He crawls off the table and into your sleep!A void in reality, dripping and wet,The strangest damn dagger a druid could get!

Bridge

The tavern pillow was soaking and damp,This dagger has boundaries like a needy tramp!The cleric inspected the thing with a fright:"It's a threat to reality! A void in the night!"But Sable just shrugged, went to fix up the blade,And gave the poor blacksmith a migraine so grave!Now it's shiny and sharp, with a brand new hilt,And a cosmic eye watching without any guilt!

Verse 3

So here's to the druid who sleeps with a knife,That threatens the fabric of all mortal life.If your pillow is soggy and smells like the sea,Just raise up a tankard and shout out with glee!

Outro Chorus

Oh, Salty! Oh, Salty! The blade from the deep!He crawls off the table and into your sleep!A void in reality, dripping and wet,The strangest damn dagger a druid could get!(Shouted) Yeah, the wettest damn dagger Barovia can get!(Thump tankards on the table for the final beat)