Oh give me a home, where the Forsaken roam,
Where the trollocs and mean Myrrdraal play!
Where seldom is heard a real-life cuss word,
And the skies are balefirey all day!

Home, home where it's strange!
Where the trollocs and mean Myrrdraal play!
Where seldom is heard a real-life cuss word,
And the skies are balefirey all day!

Oh give me a tent, where the gai'shain are bent
Above the cow-dung powered fires!
Where the Sisters have Spears, and the trollocs have fears
Amid the Wastes' towering spires!

Home, home in the waste,
Where the flatbread smells something like paste.
Where lizards are food, and the Wise Ones are rude,
And the Maidens are anything but chaste!

Oh give me a cave, where the Asha'man rave,
Where the rocks are exploding all night!
Where the madmen are kings and the M'Hael sings,
And the Red Ajah gibbers with fright!

Home, home at Black Tower!
Where the crazy men channel the Power!
Where the men all wear black, and the ground is all cracked,
And the madness gets worse by the hour!

~Patrick