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