Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In Bichon town, there's a wizard with flair,
A man named FlameOn, with a fiery snare.
He roams through the fields, with a spark in his eye,
Setting the monsters ablaze as the sky darkens nigh.
(Chorus)
FlameOn, the wizard, with flames that do roam,
Burning the monsters, or so it seems, alone.
But beware of the twist, in this comedic tale,
For the monsters are chickens, and our wizard's quite frail.
(Verse 2)
With a swig from a flask, his courage he'd boost,
Belching fireballs, making the most appalling toast.
The villagers huddle, their eyes wide with fear,
As FlameOn's flames dance, and the night draws near.
(Chorus)
FlameOn, the wizard, with flames that do roam,
Burning the monsters, or so it seems, alone.
But the truth is quite funny, as the chickens would say,
Our hero's more tipsy than mystical, in disarray.
(Verse 3)
The roosters and hens, they were just minding their grain,
When FlameOn's fireballs came, causing such pain.
But as the sun rises, and the smoke clears the air,
The wizard and chickens share a chuckle, with not a single care.
(Bridge)
Oh, FlameOn, you hero, with your fiery display,
A drunken spectacle, a feathered fiasco, every night's performance.
The monsters you battle, are just peckish poultry
In Bichon town, where the unexpected is normal, and the laughter is plentiful.
(Verse 4)
Now, fear not the flames, for the wizard's aim's quite poor.
He misses the chickens, but hit market stalls, houses, and more.
An unsuspecting guard, with his back turned to the fight.
Became a roasted char, under Bichon's blazing night.
(Chorus)
FlameOn, the wizard, with flames that do roam.
Burning the monsters, or so it seems, alone.
But his aim's comically bad, as the townsfolk will attest.
The monsters are chickens, and Bichon's now under fire, alas.
(Verse 5)
The guard, now a crispy char, stood where he shouldn't have been.
A lesson to all, to heed the wizard's fiery scene.
But as the town rebuilds, with a chuckle and a smile,
They know that FlameOn's heart is in the right place, even if his aim's not quite right.
(Outro)
So let's raise a toast to FlameOn, the wizard of Bichon,
Whose fiery escapades, in the light of the moon, are never dull.
His aim may be questionable, but his spirit's true,
For in this town of laughter, he's a hero, through and through.
[instrumental outro]
They know that FlameOn's heart is in the right place, even if his aim's not quite right.
(Outro)
So let's raise a toast to FlameOn, the wizard of Bichon,
Whose fiery escapades, in the light of the moon, are never dull.
His aim may be questionable, but his spirit's true,
For in this town of laughter, he's a hero, through and through.
[instrumental outro]
