No highland willed from kin deceased,
Or quest for castles vague, unknown
For Ungatt Trunn the Fearsome Beast
Will carve a fortune of his own!
Find the mountion, slay its lord,
Put his creatures to the sword!
When the stars fall from the sky,
Red the blood flows 'neath the sun,
Then let mothers wail and cry,
These are the days of Ungatt Trunn!
Hark, no bird sings in the air!
The earth is shaking everywhere!
His reign of terror has begun!
For these are the days of Ungatt Trunn!
To fierce and strong to accept the Highland kingdom when the father
dies, nor a wandering robber, dreaming of conquering some castle, as the
brother Verdauga say he will do. Establish a realm, ruleing from a
mountion greater than any other.
Nobeast stands up to, or commands an army a large as the Blue Hordes.
(Read 'Lord Brocktree')