From Ganthos, far in Varmagon, set out tall Earl of Teyme
The mighty Rorqas, lord of War, for conquest once again
An army vast beyond compare rode on that fated trail
A myriad swords in battle marched upon the Sacred Vale
In search of wealth had every man set out from Varmagon
Every man, save Rorqas Teyme - desire drove him on
For in the Vale of Temvalee dwelt Cæra, queen alone
Of beauty such that Rorqas sought to claim her for his own
She daughter fair of Arlenak, last Lord of Essexdale
And Arranoth, once Lun-Darn's Queen, and Mistress of the Vale
Now Cæra ruled proud Lun-Darn Town, last bastion of the Wise
Held fast against the lusts of men with conquest in their eyes
So Rorqas came to Temvalee, its City heart to seek
Yet, as the last came through the Pass, they heard fierce Lun-Darn speak!
The detonation, short and sharp, did shake the very ground
The awsome flame of Cæra's wrath was seen for miles around
Thus Rorqas and his paltry force did quietly pass away
Yet in the Vale their bodies stand unto this very day
For proton bombs do funny things to human skin and bone
So seek out Rorqas, carve your name...upon that face of stone
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