Under the Silt (originally Under the Sea by Samuel E. Wright)
As sung by a
The mudflat is always deeper
In someone else’s sun bake
Psionic visions of going up above
Are from those you won’t love!
Under the silt
Under the silt
Wanderer, it’s better
Down where it’s dryer
Take it from me (by force or guile)
A stone dagger behind every smile
Out in the sun they slave away
Chippin’ away at the clay
Down here all the silt horrors is happy
Through the powdery dunes they roll
The horrors on the land ain’t happy
Who would be under the dark sun?
But the fish in the Tablelands is lucky
They sad because they fight for drops
But the ones on the Obisidian Plains
Are on the rocks!
Oh no, under the silt
Under the silt
Nobody harpoon us
Except maybe giants
In the Great Silt Sea
We what the para-elementals love
Above the surface, razor wings drove
We got no sunlight it would seem
Save your sunscreen
Under the silt(under the silt)
Under the silt(under the silt)
Since life is brief here
We got the grey lung here
Defiling (defiling)
Even the kragling and the banshee
They get the urge ‘n’ start to prey
We got the undead
You got to hear it
Under the silt
The silt runners are the drummers
Beastheads blast the bongos
Giants grind guitars
And they sound like thunder
Angering them is a one time blunder
For the drakes of the silt
Bagpipes are built
Caller in darkness sings the best
Silt horrors do the rest
Drakes of air and sun
Just add to all the fun
Yeah, under the silt (under the silt)
Under the silt (under the silt)
When the silt pirates
Begin the bone clarinet
It’s music to me (it’s music to me)
What do they got? A lot of sand
Our grain is much finer
Each floater here
Know how to bloat here
Under the silt
Each little drake here
Jammin’ the trespasser here
Under the silt
Each little ruktoi here
Know how to sail here
That’s why it’s hotter
above the silt
Ya we in luck here
Down in the muck here
Under the silt!
Yes, I am a terrible poet. Still, hope this gives you all some chuckles.