The Ballad of the Chosen

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

Then eight are called by whims of fate
To save us from our doom
The Chosen eight 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 frome him;
He has the second sight

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The Swordman's blade is swift ans sure
His skill is unsurpassed
If any stands against him, then
That fight shall be their last

A lovely face the Beauty has
and shapley 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 penatrates the fortress dark
To bring the land relief

Every song and stroy told
The Scholar knows them all
He knows the Wizard's weakness
To hasten evil's fall

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The Archer's missles never miss;
His arrows find their mark
He strikes the evil from afar
To drive away the dark

To Speak 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 ever turn
Against the common man
These Chosen eight shall bring him down,
Bring peace to Barokan--
Yes, the Cosen guard us all
Bring peace to Barokan!