If I was a junkman, selling you cars, Washing your windows, and shining your
stars, Thinking your mind, was my own in a dream, What would you wonder, and
how would it seem? Living in castles, a bit at a time, The King started
laughing, and talking in rhyme.
You are done with the chant.
You flap your arms and utter the magic words 'ghht mar nak grttzt'
You watch with selfpride as your blast vacuum hits Draconian soldier.
Your fingertips are surrounded with swirling ENERGY as you cast the spell.
The air is filled with pure energy and crackles with power....