*Song of the Tremere*
(sung to the tune of "ON Top of Old Smokey")

On top of Vien-na,
Old guarded by thieves,
The sleeping Tremere lies,
amoungst all his sleaze.

He committed di-ab-li-rie, 
and gained a third eye,
he now lies in tor-por,
what a weird guy.

They think they have pow-er,
with their spells and tricks,
but most of the warlocks,
have really small dicks.

If you ever see a Tre-mere,
be sweet as sugar,
look right at his nose and,
point out a boog-er.

Nyx <stdvrm12@shsu.edu>