This is the story of many deaths and many kills
Celandril, surely you know, many time has perished,
But Celandril also, killed Kerrin and the Witch
These times were epic.

Christian, Tarok, Karnov and a certain Muse,
all in one day accomplished marvels:

Three times in one day the land was freed from the Witch
Three times in one day was the haze lifted from the sun
And three times in one day did the sun reflect it's gold
On the three different new superb golden crowns!

Many perils were to be overcome
For all these blessings to be reality
And when a few died it sure was not easy
To not just go back to where we'd come from.

But in the end, covered with blood and glory
We all went home, maybe a little weary,
For while hoping for more beasts to mangel
We really want to sleep on our laurels
for a while...