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Ethereal Helm, a ballad of a misunderstood friend - Writen By: Marc Zukerman
And she came right out of nowhere with aid of sword and spell
Her honor was a crown that she wore for all to tell
Of dead giants and conspirators against any loyal realm
But she was guarded by an ethereal helm.
Aniel was aching, they're fighters they were doff
A ghost had cursed them all to a dimensional far off
But we entered the glade and encountered the evil force
And her sword rang out and fell him with no remorse!
And she came right out of nowhere with aid of sword and spell
Her honor was a crown that she wore for all to tell
Of dead giants and conspirators against any loyal realm
But she was guarded by an ethereal helm.
Far off in Landore Isles, there was a people oppressed
The elves turned away the humans and exiled all the rest.
Her voice was strong and powerful, her blade called out for peace
And won the freedom for all, with life's new lease.
And she came right out of nowhere with aid of sword and spell
Her honor was a crown that she wore for all to tell
Of dead giants and conspirators against any loyal realm
But she was guarded by an ethereal helm.
Caravans were robbed, the people died of fright
She arranged for us to defeat these giants in a bloody fight
Her love for all the innocents was apparent in the fray
She won them all a victory on the field that day.
And she came right out of nowhere with aid of sword and spell
Her honor was a crown that she wore for all to tell
Of dead giants and conspirators against any loyal realm
But we saw beyond that ethereal helm.
Her hair shines like platinum, with eyes a piercing blue
She dances like a dream and has beauty about her too
The one thing we looked past was skin of ebony
For this elf wielded honor for all to see.
And she came right out of nowhere with aid of sword and spell
Her honor was a crown that she wore for all to tell
Of dead giants and conspirators against any loyal realm
An incredible drow behind the ethereal helm.
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