"Shamelik was the first of them, he rode into the North, With a mighty host of iron, he led his princedom forth! To Aracina's iron gates, he laid a heavy siege, Vowing that the Fox himself would serve him as a liege!
Oh, how sad the song is sung, how bitter was the cost, For everything he hungered for was in the winter lost! The land he craved, the gold he sought, the glory he did rule, In Yarzat, they just laughed and said: 'Here comes the royal fool!'
Of Aracina's emerald grass, the King was quite a fan, But now the grass is painted red for every Oizen man! For when you land upon the field with a javelin in your cunt, You find you're just a common whore simply begging for more! He tumbled from his stallion's back, he fell into the fire, Aracina he desired, but he drowned within the mire!"
The sounds of laughter rose along the song.
