The Last Round's Call

Come gather 'round and raise your cup While evening's light is fading up Our wizard's spells have won the day The cleric kept death's touch away So drink with me, one more round Let joy and laughter fill the sound For tomorrow's trials can wait their turn While tonight the hearth fires burn Our rabbit friend with tricks so sly Makes foes believe their end is nigh While dwarf throws steel with mighty force At anything that moves, of course The tales grow taller with each drink The room spins faster than you think But here among these friends so dear We'll chase away all doubt and fear So fill your cups up to the brim While I play one last bardic hymn For when the morning sun does rise We'll face new foes and stormy skies So drink with me, one more round Let joy and laughter fill the sound For tomorrow's trials can wait their turn While tonight the hearth fires burn