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Santa's Workshop (Funny Dark D&D Christmas Song)

🎧 Listen to the full song here: https://www.gamersongs.com/workshop ❄️🪓 Santa’s Workshop – Upbeat Dark Holiday D&D Anthem (Official Lyric Video) 🪓❄️ Get ready for a wild ride with Santa’s Workshop, an energetic and catchy Dungeons & Dragons-inspired song that contrasts a driving, upbeat melody with a dark and twisted holiday tale. It’s the perfect mix of festive fun and grim adventure! 🎶 Song Overview: Follow nine daring adventurers breaking into a frozen fortress, chasing gold and glory—only to face a deadly god of ice disguised as Santa Claus. Despite the cheerful, foot-stomping rhythm, the lyrics tell a chilling story of ruthless elves, cursed toys, brutal battles, and a terrifying were-reindeer transformation. The song masterfully balances its lively, danceable beat with vivid scenes of chaos and survival, making it a unique holiday anthem for fans of D&D, dark fantasy, and twisted Christmas tales. 🌨️ Why You’ll Love It: ✔️ Upbeat, catchy music that keeps your toes tapping while the story unfolds with dark, intense twists. ✔️ A clever juxtaposition of festive sounds and grim lyrics that create a memorable, one-of-a-kind experience. ✔️ Powerful storytelling that brings to life a brutal battle against a godlike Santa and his deadly workshop. ✔️ Perfect for your holiday D&D sessions, dark fantasy playlists, or anyone who loves a little chaos with their cheer. ⚠️ Note: This song blends festive energy with mature themes and dark fantasy storytelling—ideal for listeners who appreciate edgy holiday music with a twist. 🎧 Listen, share, and subscribe for more dynamic, genre-blending music inspired by Dungeons & Dragons and fantasy storytelling! FULL LYRICS: [Verse 1] We were nine fools, greedy and proud, Thinking ourselves a dangerous crowd. A fortress locked in permafrost deep, Where fortunes lay in frozen heaps. The map was old, the writing clear: "Break the vault, the gold's right here." No mention made of bells or sleighs, Or the jolly prick who'd end our days. [Chorus] Santa fucked us up — he's no mortal man, A god of ice who slaughters with axe in hand. We crashed his shop, we paid the price in screams, His blood-red grin will forever haunt my dreams. [Verse 2] The doors gave way with a groaning crack, We stepped inside — there's no turning back. The walls were lined with toys and dread, A workshop crowned with severed heads. Then came the elves with painted smiles, Blades like winter, sharp and vile. Our cleric fell, his eyes torn free, Then the Paladin died on bended knee. [Chorus] Santa fucked us up — he's no mortal man, A god of ice who slaughters with axe in hand. We crashed his shop, we paid the price in screams, His blood-red grin will forever haunt my dreams. [Verse 3] The shelves came alive with grinding gears, Tin soldiers from our childhood fears. Our wizard choked on a puppet's thread, A music box sang for the newly dead. The ranger stumbled, pale and cursed, Bitten once — the change came first. His antlers burst through skin and bone, A were-reindeer claimed him as its own. He turned on us with maddened eyes, Our warlock gurgled his last cries. [Chorus] Santa fucked us up — he's no mortal man, A god of ice who slaughters with axe in hand. We crashed his shop, we paid the price in screams, His blood-red grin will forever haunt my dreams. [Verse 4] Then she emerged from smoke and flame, Mrs. Claus — a matron filled with bane. She swung a pin of iron and oak, Crushed our fighter with a single stroke. The rogue tried fleeing through the snow, But a Christmas sleigh brought him low. His daggers clattered, useless, cold, Another hero's story left untold. [Bridge] Then came the laugh that split the air, A wintry god born of old despair. No kindly saint with gifts to give, But something ancient, something primitive. His beard was frost, his eyes were flame, He marked eight lives, his to claim. The bard went last — a final verse, Cut short by Santa's Nordic curse. [Verse 5] I crawled through blood and shattered doors, Left my courage on those floors. The workshop burned, the screams remain, Tattooed forever on my brain. Now I drink alone and curse the day, We paid in blood for treasure's sway. So heed this tale of greed and pride: Santa's workshop is where fools die. [Chorus] Santa fucked us up — he's no mortal man, A god of ice who slaughters with axe in hand. We crashed his shop, we paid the price in screams, His blood-red grin will forever haunt my dreams. [Outro - spoken, bitter and hollow] So raise a mug to the eight who fell, Who walked through Christmas into hell. And if you hear those sleigh bells sing... Never respond to their dreadful ring.