Stone maw,
Up a paw,
In Merthold't hold,
Do I draw,
A mighty swing,
A dash, a sting,
Refined senses
Deceitful glances,
What is a battle
To a child,
What is war
To the mild,
Be meek, be humble,
Or be proud and crumble,
In a cesspool of wretches,
Do I hear the misgivings of witches,
And hear what I see and touch,
A deed of such evil,
Such horror, sullen anvils,
Do dull weapons bring to life,
And rife is the day when I shall say "too much"
Like a charlatan, she eludes me,
Like a temptress, she invites me,
In a web of blood and sweat,
A web of passion and regret,
Incessantly, she cried to me,
And thus, I did so willingly,
Lunged myself at her side,
Little did I know, a victim I was to her stride,
With gracious eyes, I only wish,
To see the enchantment that made her go swish,
In the end, I lost, but despair did not sift,
For what I beheld is but a gift,
EVENT_PLAYER_UNIT_EVADE
The time has come,
A ghastly boat,
With loads of rum,
Just be afloat,
In the coast,
I see you there,
I dare to boast,
I can hit you from here,
Laughing like a mad hatter,
Gloating over there,
She doubts my powers,
And she doesn't care,
And so I laid my eyes bare,
And dealt a mortal strike,
From here to there,
Wriggling though it was,
It flew like the wind,
And from heat it aims,
Until I marked her...
EVENT_PLAYER_UNIT_DEATH