Pretzel People from Mystifier by Guesstimate

Open the lid
To the Land of Utz
Ruled by Lord Rold
Who owns all the gold
Supported by flips
And an army of twists
There's no way to escape
This plastic abyss
Evil prevails
He rules with a fist
Stripping your freedom
Unless you enlist
Change must come first
Who will stand up
Bring peace to the land
Return all the salt

In the village Hannover
There lies to the west
A genius, a hero
One of Snyder's best
Sitting in silence
Dreams of a quest
A message arrives
Describing unrest
"Can you come save us"
He thinks as he's told
"Defeating Lord Rold
Your legend will grow old"
With a sharp salty sword
And a shield of crisp
A tactical master
He'll never miss

He will be the one who takes us
From the dark into the fold
Hero strikes the final blow
The king is dead, take back the gold
Suddenly the sky is open
Light shines down, what does this mean?
Is this time for something more?
The king is dead, freedom restored

A new terror
Floods in the land
Bodies crunching
In the master hand

Squeezing freely
Molten cheezy
Salty crispy
Killing swiftly

• Experimental
• Rock
• fusion
• prog fusion
• progressive
• New Brunswick