O, Gather hats and Hunter’s shrines

by the surly war poet Kharag Blackmane

Men and women near and far,
Hear the song of Calligar,
Hunt ancestor, brave and strong,
Till they were removed from the pantheon.

Mad with anger did they go,
Sending minions down below,
Calling on the Wyld Hunt,
Erdrejan soldiers bore the brunt.

O, Gather hats and Hunter’s shrines,
Guard my life and I’ll guard thine,
Rally on the field of war,
Cleanse the pantheon once more!

Many miles we shall ride,
Righteous fury burns inside,
Green incantors sliced till dead,
To silence shouts of ‘Blast to head’!

Coughing fits of harsh disease,
Fixed with swift herbology,
Warriors at healers’ sides,
To ensure that no-one dies!

O, Gather hats and Hunter’s shrines,
Guard my life and I’ll guard thine,
Rally on the field of war,
Cleanse the pantheon once more!

When the shrines were gathered near,
Rumbles of ancestral fear,
Grab the healers, grab them quick,
For Calligar’s an angry chick!

Out of nowhere like a flash,
In our backs her claws did gash,
Calligar did screech and call,
‘Traitors, usurpers, one and all!’

O, Gather hats and Hunter’s shrines,
Guard my life and I’ll guard thine,
Rally on the field of war,
Cleanse the pantheon once more!

On and on the minions came,
Rallied to their Master’s name,
On the watch did heroes keep,
Till they all got bored and fell asleep.

Calligar did speak with Gwain,
Insults to his family’s name,
Mighty heroes struck with hats,
As soon as they woke up from their naps.

O, Gather hats and Hunter’s shrines,
Guard my life and I’ll guard thine,
Rally on the field of war,
Cleanse the pantheon once more!

Gather wizards, gather chanters,
Gather druids and incantors,
High and low from field and hedge,
To form a mighty power wedge.

Calligar cried out in pain,
As she was scattered to the planes,
A roar of triumph cut the air,
And a feast took place right there!

O, Gather hats and Hunter’s shrines,
Guard my life and I’ll guard thine,
Rally on the field of war,
Cleanse the pantheon once more!