The hardy adventurers
set forth on the trail,
For glory and gold would they toil
and travail.
The journey was long and the trail
it was hard,
But they were encouraged by the
songs of the bard.
For Hicluin's prize they sought
through the land,
A song in their hearts and swords
in their hands.
With trust in each other the heroes
searched hard,
And gathered the pieces as was their
charge.
They met many villains and many
a lout,
And with sword and magic taught
them to rout.
For Hicluin's prize they sought
through the land,
A song in their hearts and swords
in their hands.
The mage weaved his spells, his hand
swift and fair,
The fighters, their swords weaving
death in the air,
The bard and the dealers plied their
trade well,
And all sent their enemies swiftly
to hell.
For Hicluin's prize they sought
through the land,
A song in their hearts and swords
in their hands.
With intellect, wisdom and help from
the gods,
They defeated all foes against incredible
odds.
With gifts from on high they held
off the Lords
And protected the lands from their
villainous hordes.
For Hicluin's prize they sought
through the land,
A song in their hearts and swords
in their hands.
Then Hicluin came from realms far
away,
And banished the foul Lords for
a year and a day.
In this great glory the heroes were
blessed,
And woe be to him who would of this
tale jest.
For Hicluin's prize they sought
through the land,
A song in their hearts and swords
in their hands.