THE BALLAD OF THE CHOSEN

When day turns dark and shadows fall Across the broken lands And madness turns to taloned claws Our gentle ruler's hands

Then eight are called by whims of fate To save us from our doom; The Chosen come to guard us all And lay evil in its tomb

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If a Wizard Lord should turn Against the common man

These Chosen eight shall bring him down, Bring peace to Barokan!

The Leader shows his bold resolve Confronting every foe His words will guide the Chosen as He tells them how to go

The Seer seeks the comrades out
And gathers them to fight
Nor can their foeman hide from him;
He has the second sight
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The Swordsman's blade is swift and sure His skill is unsurpassed

If any stands against him, then That fight shall be their last

A lovely face the Beauty has, And shapely legs and arms She distracts the evil men And lures them with her charms 

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There is no lock nor guarded door That can stop the Thief He penetrates the fortress dark To bring the land relief

Every song and story told,
The Scholar knows them all
He knows the wizard's weaknesses
To hasten evil's fall
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The Archer's missiles never miss; His arrows find their mark He strikes at evil from afar To drive away the dark

To Speaker harks to every tongue, Of stone and beast and man He finds the Dark Lord's secrets out So no defense can stand

If a Wizard Lord should turn Against the common man

These Chosen eight shall bring him down,
Bring peace to Barokan—
Yes, the Chosen guard us all
Bring peace to Barokan!