Deep into Undermountain

One evening as the sun went down,
And our cooking coals were glowing,
Down the path came a party hiking,
And they said, “folks, we’re all going,
We’re yearning for a portal far away,
In a tavern full of shoutin’
So join us, friends, and let’s descend,
Deep into Undermountain!”

Deep into Undermountain,
There run dungeons hot and cold,
Where the monsters surge in pushes,
And the youngest runes are old,
Where the mimics all lie waiting,
And the goblin werebats roost,
All the wisps and wasps,
And the mezzoloths,
The hidden pit,
Where we’ll all plummet,
Deep into Undermountain

Deep into Undermountain,
All our blades will sing like choirs,
As our arrows strike like drumbeats,
And our green flame pops in pyres,
Our barbarian will stomp a brute,
As the rogues dance shadowplay,
O we’re sworn to go,
At a great tempo,
We’ll chant our spells
As we now delve,
Deep into Undermountain,

Deep into Undermountain,
You’ll always find new gear,
And your old mundane accoutrement,
Can be handed down, don’t fear.
The magic items you’ll attune,
And the artifacts you’ll find,
There’s armor with gems,
And weird potions,
And a propeller hat
that lets you ascend,
Deep into Undermountain.

Deep into Undermountain.
The Mad Wizard stood gates,
So folks can open portals,
He left clues to activate,
He has a thing for puzzles,
And he likes to throw his voice,
We’re going to delve,
To where he dwells,
To the lowest tower,
To seek his power
Deep into Undermountain.

I’ll see you there, the lowest lair,
Deep into Undermountain.