Your Brother's Old Arm

(to Dire Straits' "Brothers In Arms")

These creepy, dumb Arden caverns
Are a home now for me
But my home got Patternfired
And damn well fricassee'd
Some day I'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll pay for removing
Your brother's old arm

Through what was left of Arden
I ate Patternfire
My handy logrus shell-thing
Made the flame rise much higher
But though I look all cool and bad
With my freakish four arms
Some asshole shot off me
Your brother's old arm

There's so many different swords
So many different limbs
I sew them to my torso
And do other freakish things

Now that arm's shot to hell
And the sword's falling nigh
Let me bid you farewell
Cause I don't want to die
But my zombie arm will get you
And inflict lots of harm
You fools will feel the wrath
Of your brother's old arm