The Bards in the Span

(Verse 1)
In the realm of fantasy, where tales unfold,
There's a guild so holy, or so I've been told,
The Bastion they're called, with gods in the mix,
But the bards in the span say it's just a bag of tricks.

(Chorus)
Oh, the Bastion, a religious cheer,
With seven gods, they hold so dear,
But the bards in the span, they scoff and mock,
Singing songs that make the temple rock.

(Verse 2)
They pray to deities, one through seven,
But the bards say it's like playing godly roulette,
One for luck, one for strife,
But the bards prefer a more laid-back life.

(Chorus)
Oh, the Bastion, with gods in line,
But the bards in the span think it's divine,
To make fun of rituals, oh so grand,
With a witty song across the land.

(Bridge)
They chant and they sing, in robes so bright,
But the bards in the span, they prefer the night,
With a lute in hand and a mischievous grin,
They'll tease the Bastion, let the games begin!

(Verse 3)
Seven gods watching from above,
But the bards say, "Hey, where's the love?"
They'd rather dance and laugh and jest,
Than be part of a religious quest.

(Chorus)
Oh, the Bastion, in their sacred space,
But the bards in the span, they set the pace,
With humor sharp, like a dagger's thrust,
They'll sing of the Bastion, a jesting must.

(Outro)
So here's the song, a tale well-spun,
Of the Bastion, and bards having fun,
In the fantasy realm, where laughter rings,
The bards in the span, they mock with wings!