Big Sven

Every mornin at the Lodge, you could see him arrive
He stood six foot six and weighed two fortyfive
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narra at the hip
And everybody knew you didnt give no lip
to Big Sven

Biiiiiig Svennnnnn
Big bad Sven

Nobody seemed to know where Sven called home
just drifted into Absolom and stayed all alone
He told lots of stories - not quiet or shy
and dont you pass him by and not say "hi" to Big Sven

Well the ladies say he's an Ulfen dream
and he fights his fights like a steam machine
a crashin blow from a huge right hand
sent many Aspis agents to the promised land
Big Sven

Biiiiiig Svennnnnn
Big bad Sven

He slogged his way through dungeon grime
where monsters roared and Pathfinders cried
Clerics were praying and rogues moved fast
and everyone thought they'd breathed their last
cept Sven
Through the dust and smoke and a pit to Hell
walked a giant of a man Pathfinders knew well
When all the other agents had dropped with a groan
like a giant oak tree, he stood there alone
Big Sven

Biiiig Svennnnnn
Big bad Sven

When all the monsters were a mess-made-of
The wizard cried out "there's a light up above"
and the Pathfinders scrambled from a would-be grave
They had made it through another close shave
thanks to Sven
with carts a-laden they headed to town
leaving behind a rumble way down in the ground
smoke and gas belched out of that Gate
but they made it to the Venture Captain - not too late
for Big Sven

Biiiiiig Svennnnn
Big bad Sven

Now they might re-open that horrible pit
trusting Sven to take care of it
There are few things that can stay his hand
Known throughout Absolom as a big, big man
Big Sven

Biiiig Svennnnn
Big bad Sven
Biiiiig Svennnn
Big bad Sven.....