The Horn of Glyndora Fain (First Empyre Ode)

[Intro] From this song is born, and from these words I proclaim The savior of our race, the horn, of Glyndora Fain [Verse 1] Gift Am I, of Ferrells hand these laws to halt the chaos be No King shall die no tyrant cleaved save by the perilous sound of me Cursed the silent hands that strikes, forever to his brethren lost doomed to darkness and bereft of light, so be the tally and the cost [Verse 2] Breathe upon my lips and announce the gauntlet loud so all may hear thy challenge for the kingly seat so all may gather and none need fear but once upon a thousand three, unless from death you hear me cry no challenge, no dispute precedes a generation left to die [Verse 3] Upon the sound of challenge cast, a battle of contenders will ensue combat will begin and last, until there be but one of two a bond formed betwixt opponents protected by Ferrells hand from all save the blade the bone and skill of the others hand [Verse 4] should champion be called to fight evoked is the hand of Ferrell which protects the champion from all and champion all save one, from peril Battle is the end for one, for the other all shall sing for when the battle is done, the victor shall be king [Outro] The victor shall be king (shall be king) [Fade] [Verse 4 Continued] which protects the champion from all and champion all save one, from peril Battle is the end for one, for the other all shall sing for when the battle is done, the victor shall be king [Outro] The victor shall be king (shall be king) [Fade]