There once was a barbarian blood-soaked, brutal, strong, He wept, for he had no talent for poetry and song So he asked the gods to bless him with the voices of a bard, so that he might serenade them after leaving foemen scarred!
“Seek you the Golden Horn, traverse the Desert of Waning, To the Korbliconnin swiftly shall you ride! Fill the goblet full, my son, of the minotaur’s blood. And drink in the ambrosia of Eternal Song.”
Now the swords shall raise high, and the wine will flow Celebrating he who makes the journey long and cold. A bacchanalian image of lustful revelry To his horse, on his last quest, the young man now will ride There goes our Hero, our next last hope! He goes for glory, more likely to the Gods! We’ll feast for Sargonnas, yet he takes another son. A worthy sacrifice for the gift of Eternal Song!
In fire—Sargonnas appears! Bull’s head triumphantly rears! Laughing in a triumphant sneer…