I'm just another one of those. You know, those who do things. Things that need to be done by those that do these things in order to do those things that don't do these things themselves. Has the word 'things' lost meaning to you already?
Okay, this is gonna be a bit of a weird one, but here goes
For any which it may concern:
To save my home from ruin, They giveth me axe and totem. No more holiday does it need To satisfy the poor climber's greed For Glory, for Light, for Story, For I've no place in it Now time has cast me aside
To save my deck from ruin, They giveth me axe and golem. No more Christmas tree it needs To satisfy the poor climber's greed For Glory, For Light, For Story, For I've no place in it now That time has cast me away