"Fresh Maiden of Air"
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the sword wielding Maiden of Air
In Wainscot village born and raised
The Wessex Arms was where I spent most of my days
Castin' spells callin' Blue Hex Through
And huntin some monsters outside of the school
When a couple of gods
Who were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I lost one little sword and my god got scared
He said 'You're studyin' magic at the College of Air'
I prayed and angsted day after day
But he blessed my focus sent me on my way
Undead in the library were my linear ticket
Running out of spells I thought 'I might as well kick it'.
I teamed with Petrof and when he came near
He wanted my blood and had no face in the mirror
If anything I can say this vamp was rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'To the College of Air'
I pulled up to the bar about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the undead 'Blue Quad! Lay to rest later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Fresh Maiden of Air