Twas the twelving day of Everfair
When fell my maid of raven hair
Beneath her cloven standard of the wren

And damn that roiling goblin horde
We'd almost slain the overlord
But I could never roll an elf again


"The Queen of Bells and Battle-Downs"
She wore the title like a crown

Foes so deep a man would drown, but she still stood alone
A princess and a duchess both
And sworn to nine prestigious oaths,

Her duties, they would take her to that twisting spire of stone

Against his tower, a silhouette

Ahe called like a coronet
And the green sea of his armies burst from warrens far below
The pacts he'd made with demonkind

Had rent his thin and tattered mind
And hellish princedoms occupied the arrow he let go


They took her through the crowded square
And laid her at the temple stair
The sorcelled barb of Arudair beyond their healing arts

There stands a circlet on her brow
That turns the blades of men around
But if Belruel could hear me now

This song would pierce her heart

'Twas the twelving day of Everfair

When fell my maid of raven hair
Beneath her cloven standard of the wren
Damn that roiling goblin horde!

And damn their hell-bound the overlord!
But I could never roll an elf again