Gather good people, I'll tell you a tale of heroes and cowards dressed in chain mail

Of kings and children, beggars and lords and dragon fire that burned them all.

Behold the skies on fire. Hear the raw, dracon inquire.

Foretold this fear has a name The terrible Drake will drive men insane

But look to the ashes

A phoenix's burst

With six wondrous heads

The heroes of yard

You can pray, but your gods won't save you

The worm's fire will not spare you

Doom and destruction

Death and rebirth

The room can return The heroes of your Their jaws are all chiseled, their asses are fast They're shiny and golden and one wears a hat That's not a husk that is a promise You don't find Having raced their way to the summit of this evil castle

Our heroes now find themselves deep in its bowels

Having been poisoned by their own

But having also escaped a poo monster

They are racing into the cavern beneath the castle.

They know now that Resimir is trying to ready a portal.

Um,

Demi,

you're drinking from a skull?

Yeah.

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