A long, long time ago, I can still remember When his armor used to freakin’ shine And I met him at Ostagar Before we picked up battle scars King Cailan welcomed me, I fell in line
But Loghain pulled his men away And Duncan fell that fateful day The King was crushed and broken The Darkspawn horde had spoken
And Alistair, he up and cried As we thought about the king’s widowed bride We knew only Wardens could turn the tide The day King Cailan died
So bye-bye Mister Glorious Guy Had your army at the ready, but the darkspawn were nigh Loghain turned to Cauthrien and signaled “goodbye” Saying, “We will leave the Wardens to die. We will leave the Wardens to die.”
So Leliana, are you nuts? Or are you following your guts Though the Chantry tells you no? Will Sten play a vital role? Can ashes save your mortal soul? And can you tell me all the tales you know? Well, I know that he is falling, too, ‘Cause he’s saved a flower just for you— You’ve dreamed archdemon dreams You’re hoarding potions and creams
We found a swamp witch called Morrigan A dog named Dog with a lop-sided grin I met a nice mage whose name was Wynne The day King Cailan died.
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Now for months we fight against the Blight And battle darkspawn with all our might Collecting all of our treaties. When an assassin came for all our heads, We got him to join with us instead And found out he was kind of a sleaze
Oh, Harrowmont and Bhelen fought, Their city torn apart for naught— The Deep Roads held the clues, Wardens had it all to lose. And while Orzammar was torn apart, The Wardens drew up political charts And Oghren nursed his broken heart Because King Cailan died
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We met a warden who was stuck in jail We let him out, but he just bailed So we left and killed Arl Howe ourselves Alistair and I were so in love I thank the blessed Maker up above I’m not a mage, a dwarf, or an elf
And Teagan kept Redcliffe alive While Eamon laid near death inside. Andraste’s ashes worked— But the archdemon still lurked. After the Landsmeet met in Denerim We led an assault on Fort Drakon Our armies were spread so very thin Because King Cailan died.