ORC MAGE

I have studied bow and sword
Physical weapons leave me bored
And I have trained as a smithy
But the anvil leaves me weary
I read the minds of my peers
They fear the power of the seers
The fools fear evolution
Don’t accept I’m a magician

You fucking know you’re a failure at war I don’t need wizards to sell me no law
You’re a disgrace to the garrison, redemption is here in a pint of medicine

I feel the magic within me
Conjuration is my destiny
Heavy armour is so crude
My love for robes is misconstrued
I respect my ancestors axes
But I yearn to wield a jewelled staff
I do not fear the battleground
My lightning bolts will raze the ground

Get out of our village and start your vision quest
But don’t expect a welcome from the dark elves in the mountains
Maybe the wilderness will teach you how to fight
There is no forgiveness from the wraiths in the black of night
Your magic is too weak even if it’s in your blood
You will fail as a mage ‘cos you’re an orc who never did no good

You dare address the mages guild
Asking your dreams be fulfilled
Don’t waste your time return to your clan
And make it hasty while you still can
Not in thousand, thousand years
Has an orc drunk the magic tears
Go back fool whence you came
Your presence will bring only shame

Fuck you and your entitled place of learning
Your dumb dismissal will not dilute my yearning
I’ll learn the magic ways from the earth itself
I will acquire knowledge by mystery and stealth