You've called for Three Hunters, Three Hunters are we And you do tempt us to be your Three Kings We've hunted in Egypt, Greece, and Norway And we can replenish you of your freedom And we can set you people free But you must accept our offering Now let us introduce what we bring
I'm Marcus Aurelius, I'm the King of the Sky, I give you every stolen bird feather Use them to wipe the pity from your eyes I'll fly them to heaven to take away your pain My subjects will carry your feathers forever your pain will be so far out of your reach I'm Marcus Aurelius and this is my offering I offer to you to be your First King
I am Lucius, the King of the Water I offer you the fat and the oil of the pickerel fish I will flenser your fear off that congealed on yourselves I'll take your fear and rub you with unguent In mouths my baleens will hold your fear in safe keeping I am Lucius and this, this is my offering I offer to you to be your Second King
My names is Jonas, call me Jonas Groan Banished to the Underworld where I'm mostly alone All I got is a backbone from some hellhound I'm sorry but that's all I found underground Cold dark and lonely, I'll never let you get as low as me I'm Jonas Groan and this is my only offering Don't have to offer much to be only Third King
We are the Three Kings, we will keep you safe we might hunt with a harness an ulu or arsenic We'll take your pity and fear that keeps you lowly And if we accept your offering and take your beast far away then we will rule as your Kings We'll start the hunt when you accede