Old man on rock
Lifted his eyes to the heavens
And carrion were at play in the sky
A fool's omen this portends
"I, Altuzar, challenge thee to a duel. Pick up your blade! Stain your halls with blood!"
Wandjan tears in eyes
Raced to Selher with soldiers behind
The door of old, made by folk
Who delved in the Mountain long ago
There he found the Merle
Cold and dark but better than slavery
Wandjan now a lost animal fled kingdom by way of the Merlebrook
"Uvunine, follow me!"