Chetney got run over by a Silgoat

(by FaeolinTheWildElf)

Chetney got run over by a Silgoat,
Walking home on eve of Winter’s Crest.
Fearne and I aren’t sure that we believe him,
But that is what his speak with dead professed.

He’d been drinking Sandkheg’s Hide
And we begged him not to go (don’t go Chetney)
But he forgot it was a full moon
And then staggered at the door with Fearne in tow.

When we found him on Crest’s morning
At the scene of the attack (let me tell you something)
He had hoof prints round his waistline
And incriminating horn marks on his back.

Chetney got run over by a Silgoat,
Walking home on eve of Winter’s Crest.
Fearne and I aren’t sure that we believe him,
But that is what his speak with dead professed.

Now we’re all so proud of ourselves
We’ve been taking this so well
Watch us in here reminiscing
Playing cards and drinking Shanks with Dorian

It’s not Winter’s Crest without Chetney
All his toy’s sit on a rack
And we just can’t help but wonder
Should we share out all the gold that’s in his pack? (gold in his pack!)

Chetney got run over by a Silgoat,
Walking home on eve of Winter’s Crest.
Fearne and I aren’t sure that we believe him,
But that is what his speak with dead professed.

Now the goat is on the table
And Fearne has sobered up at last
Laudna’s making shadow puppets
As we laugh at the C-pop flag we left half-mast

We warned all our friends and enemies
Better watch out for your own (Not Ludinus)
“They should never give a licence, no
To someone who drives a sleigh and plays with gnomes”

Chetney got run over by a Silgoat,
Walking home on eve of Winter’s Crest.
Fearne and I aren’t sure that we believe him,
But that is what his speak with dead professed.

Chetney got run over by a Silgoat,
Walking home on eve of Winter’s Crest.
Fearne and I aren’t sure that we believe him,
(Fearne and I are sure no one will confess)