Timber and Triumph

Wake up early, grab my axe, it's clear, aye Time to level up, no fear, my task is near Skillcape in my vision, I can nearly hear it cheer Watch my XP rise, no time to veer, aye [Pre-Hook] Bag is heavy, full of oaks and willows Up in Draynor, dodgin' shadows, playin' skillo Axes sharp as wit, woodcut level, never shallow Makin' gains, every chop, we swing, we bellow Ditch the camo, we just hit the wildy Choppin' oaks now, stackin' logs, it's lively, aye-aye [Hook] [Verse Three:] How does a true skiller grind? Wearing Mithril gear Dragon axe swingin', magic logs appear Now my bank tab's growin' while I'm cuttin' yew Fletchin' longbows, on my grind, so true In the G.E. tradin', logs turn to GP I'm the lumberjack boss, nobody could outchop me Skills on display, wear that woodsman pride Got my fellow grinders, cuttin' side by side In the Seers' Village, maples fall, we take stride Firemaking skills lit, bonfires guide the night, aye [Pre-Hook] Lumber yard busy, planks for days, we thrive Banking oaks and teaks, our stores we stockpile From the trees we fell, to the planks we style Building up our homes, in a craftsmen's file, aye-aye [Hook]