Hear me sing of a valiant deed,
Of a hopeless village to free,
A call for a hero, the desperate plead,
For a t’skrang and her tail-less three-oh,
A t’skrang and her tail-less three!
An elven hunter with his bow,
A windling on her wings,
A human man, bald as dough,
And a t’skrang of whom I sing-oh,
A t’skrang of whom I sing
For a village doomed to dark despair,
For its people enslaved by fright,
The four marched into the night-dark kaer,
For the end of the village’s plight-oh,
The end of the village’s plight!
A nightmare monster before them rose,
Its many arms did squirm,
Its jaws with teeth in endless rows,
Like a giant bloated worm-oh,
Like a giant bloated worm!
“For Aal’visss!” rang the t’skrang’s cry,
As she darted into the fray,
Its tearing jaws were her reply,
Which she dared to save the day-oh,
She dared to save the day!
Each of her thrusts, raining fast,
Were blocked by its endless hands,
Arrows and darts flying past,
Were the only things to land-oh,
Were the only things to land!
Its body set with pain ablaze,
The monster for mercy cried,
But seeing none in her fiery gaze,
It fell on her blade and died-oh,
It fell on her blade and died!
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