[ EPILOGUE ]

“THE BALLAD OF THE CHOSEN”

(as sung at the coronation of Queen Zrisha)

 

One day turned dark and shadows fell
Across this land of fools
As madness turned the old ways ‘round
And shattered ancient rules
Then nine were called by wizards’ schemes
To save us from our doom;
The Chosen came to guard us all
And lay evil in its tomb

 

Chorus:

The Wizard Lord of Winterhome

 

Betrayed his fellow man—

 

These Chosen nine would bring him down,

 

Bring peace to Barokan!

 

The Leader showed her bold resolve
Confronted every foe
Her words would guide the Chosen as
She told them how to go

 

The Seer sought her comrades out
And gathered them to fight
Nor could their foeman hide from her;
She had the second sight

 

Chorus

 

The Swordsman’s blade was swift and sure
His skill was unsurpassed
If any stood against him, then
That stand would be his last

A lovely face the Beauty had,
And shapely legs and arms
She distracted evil men
And lured them with her charms

 

Chorus

 

There was no lock nor guarded door
That could stop the Thief
He could pierce the fortress walls
To bring our land relief

 

Every song and story told,
The Scholar knew them all
He knew the wizard’s weaknesses
To hasten evil’s fall

 

Chorus

 

The Archer’s missiles never missed;
His arrows found their mark
He struck at evil from afar
To drive away the dark

 

The Speaker harked to every tongue,
Of stone and beast and man
She found the Dark Lord’s secrets out
So no defense could stand

 

Chorus

 

When here in Winterhome our lord
Forgot his proper role
The Traitor struck the Dark Lord down
To save our nation’s soul

 

And thus the last of magic’s spawn
Was slain where he did stand
Never more will wizards rule
Our lovely Barokan

 

Chorus

 

And now a noble man has come
To keep and rule the land
And bring us all a better world
Safe from magic’s hand

 

The Chosen we shall need no more
Their long service now is past
A better way to keep the peace
We all have found at last

 

Our noble King will never turn
Against the common man
The Chosen nine no longer need
Bring peace to Barokan—
Yes, our King, and now our Queen,
Bring peace to Barokan!