Two verses.
Now the fleets of hated Orkon—
Tall and black-sailed, manned by monsters—
From the port of Lanenomen,
From Palgeimor’s ancient harbor,
Sail for conquest on the waters,
Sail to seek the Isle of Ranhor.
Now the King is roused for battle,
Now his paladins he gathers.
In the Deep a Swan-thing sleeping,
The protector of all waters,
Waits for when the ageless priestess
Comes to speak the Name forbidden,
Comes to seek the Egg of Wisdom.
Mighty Fanhal, make you ready:
Mawish comes with many monsters
To the Isle Ranhor Founded.
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