They came on clever ships of wood, those they call man. They spread like mice through fertile fields and overtook the land.

Like vermin they spread and dug in deep, killing everything they could. Should the short-lived take hold, we’ll end up but a song.

They brag and kill and waste, growing ever bold. They call all the earth their land.

 Subverted by the Demon King, those free so few. Long has he sat in his distant hold, so very long has he planned.

Gather in and gather close, don’t misunderstand. In the end we’ll wage a war. To The Deep, we'll kill to keep our sacred shore.

And battle they did wage, By the thousands they did die; against dragons, demons and man, across and under the land and sky.

Long the battle they did rage, By the thousands did they slay. Untill the last light of day did come, Death to take his pay.

The dragon belched his fire and the knight he did a dance. It was for naught, the fire was hot he didn’t have a chance.

The Hero looked away, as the Dragon then flew his way. Shouting an alarm, he raised his arm for the Dragon would fall this day.

The archers gave a cry, arrows flung up high.
The dragon belched his fire with a sigh, as the arrows fell from the sky.
There was a shout as the dragon cried out, for an arrow had pierced his eye.

The demon’s horde was many still, the heroes left so few. But The Hero and his mighty Sword made the demon pay his due.

The King took ground, The Hero stood bound.
The Hero called a duel, The King called him a mule.

The King Accepted, for he had never been bested. The Hero alled him crass, the King called him an ass. The King and Hero clashed, but all our hopes where dashed.

For as the Hero tried to take the Kings head, the King struck him dead.
"I wish you hadn't need to die, in this I tell no lie." He said.

I’ve walked a long and lonely road and every turn and bend to seed where they led, if you could only see where I’ve been for it such a shame to the skies we fled. It’s a mystery how the stories unfold, but sooner or later we all must be told. Of the daring and the bold, the young and the old.

Take heed, take warning. 
For it was one fools greed, that finnished the deed of a race long fled. One mention of man, and our heart darkens with hate and fierce dread.

Far to the east they trace their lines, from Harthengar and Dankard They’ve pinkened skin and dullard eyes but their will is iron hard.

They came on clever ships of wood, those they call man. They spread like mice through fertile fields and overtook the land, those they call man.



Ballad of Sorrow~ (a Genstwili teaching song)