All across the frozen tundra
The mighty Favre he drives his steed
He sallies forth, he rends asunder
So the gold and emerald can sow their seeds
The northern lights, the Borealis
Shining moonfire in his eyes
He marches forth, to the din of battle
Deaf to dying soldiers cries
His voice is thunder as he throws his lightning
The Maelstrom at his beck and call
He wields within, the might of mountains
His enemies in the thousands fall
But Pay-ton the cloaked hermaphrodite
Who holds the glowing orb of steel
Assaults the walls, of Favre's fine fortress
With all the power that he wields
But mighty Favre he holds the chalice
From which the seven elders sipped
And tasted of the sacred Ur-mind
And from henceforth his crown was stripped