His home it is so hot and dry,
Sun shines down from radiant sky,
Jagged rocks engulfing vision
Living here's a strange decision

Calling on the fire inside,
Enemies best run and hide,
Radiating hidden power,
Challengers they only cower,

Skull upon his staff it rests,
Another foe that failed the tests,
Feather hanging, red you see
Makes the white team run and flee

Goblin Sorcerer, long lost cousin
Playing with fire, no he doesn't
Hippie living in Green territory
Never seeing Shaman's glory