Tales of the Mighty

[Verse 1] In a raucous old medieval hall And I cried, 'Sir, could it be true as the stories spun? I heard you’ve never held a comb or smelled like morning dew But ‘cross the lands, your gaming hands are legend, they pursue With maidens fair, who seem to share no bother with your view' And he said, 'Maid, though my hair may fade [Chorus] Oh hail Asmongold, with head so bold In pixelated realms, his stories unfold No hair nor care, just his legend in sight [Verse 2] 'My head's less crowned, but my skills are renowned, In worlds of games I'm a king not dethroned. No scent or comb can win a match, But watch me play, you’ll soon dispatch All doubts of why my fame has grown. [Verse 3] His fingers flew like dragons on the screen With every click, a victory unseen In this tavern's glow, his legend did grow As maidens watched, their faces all agleam [Chorus] Oh hail Asmongold, with head so bold In pixelated realms, his stories unfold No hair nor care, just his legend in sight [Verse 4] Mighty tales spun within these ancient walls With every win, his name the kingdom calls