The Ballad of Braln Greatguard

Come listen friends and gather round to hear the life o' hero crowned,
his skin steel wrought, gold cast his eyes, frosted mane spun from snow up high.
A King of old, coarse blood within, he led the Clan of Vokrumlin.
With command, charm, and quickened tongue, on silvered words all men he strung.
In battles fought 'gainst foes so fierce, his axe did bite and spear did pierce.
His soldiers they would follow him to Surtur's doors and back again.
Braln o' Greatguard, King of before, in tribute yours our cups we pour.
Braln o' Greatguard, 'parted these fields to yonder life 'pon golden shields.


That long held rival, the Throsseam, an Age they clashed o'er hill and stream.
In Rayhut's arms they trapped our King, their number great, no way to spring.
He pled his men "cross water flee!", but none could bare aband'nin' he.
'Gainst ten their sum they stood as stone, 'til rev'rent yield to them was shown.
"Such strength of heart, of blade, of faith. My blood is owed to you" he saith,
"My story's yours, each line, each shard! My name is yours, 'ternal great-guard!"
Braln o' Greatguard, King of before, in tribute yours our cups we pour.
Braln o' Greatguard, 'parted these fields to yonder life 'pon golden shields.


For eight dark years that Crooked Beast did stalk the land, on man did feast.
Claws cracked and scarred, horns split and bent, from thousand swords, their wielders rent.
With score of knights, did hunt our King, that shadow-fawn with Thurhath skin.
Aft' months on end through vale and grove, they trapped the hound in jagged cove.
Spears thrust and flew, limbs broke and ripped. But one, they fell, their lives it stripped.
Alone but bold, our King charged for'd and horn thrust true, like hallowed sword.
Braln o' Greatguard, King of before, in tribute yours our cups we pour.
Braln o' Greatguard, 'parted these fields to yonder life 'pon golden shields.


'Long shores of Faerl, where gulls take flight, the fog did climb up tall cliffs white.
'Cross meadows crept, like death serene, and in it's depths a lone man seen.
This veiled, shrouded, 'Man in the Mist', took all he touched, no souls persist.
No warriors strong nor priests devout could rid this foe, their remnants nowt.
Our King advanced, axe left behind, 'to mist's embrace, to villain find.
Down cliffs of white the fog 'last fled, and by his side our King now tread.
Braln o' Greatguard, King of before, in tribute yours our cups we pour.
Braln o' Greatguard, 'parted these fields to yonder life 'pon golden shields.