An iron chantress sung, her tetrad voices echoing an old song many of the Bloodsingers would be familiar with to the distant winds. For where this harrowing tale is carried to, it is one even older Ailor Knights that have warred with Teledden in the past would shirk at.
For the ill-informed, it is the Song of Khal:
And of the strongest Demon, and those greatest Kathar too,
The lion breaks their necks, to rot in caskets of yew
Elleyon is our marshal, now and forevermore,
Again His orders sound, they thunder at our door.
Our enemies are many, as far as Ellador,
O' fight and die we have, and some do ask what-for.
For long have enemies strived to be our masters.
Then stand and shout:
"I die a free man."