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[Narrator]
Harvest day, Crown Hill - 10 years later
[Shalim]
Slip my tunic on and move along the hill
Itâs summertime, Gonna go and find the man Illys
Residing in the east end of the village
I could either try to hitch a chariot ride
Or go and make the pilgrimage on foot
Itâs good I choose the latter âcause the ladies on my way
Across town with their giggles and their laughter
Love to have a quick chat or on most days a lot more
But not right now, Iâm heading out to the forge
To see if I can catch a glimpse of what is going on
Like why the King is acting odd and soldiers sing the songs
Illys and his father Magnus sometimes saw the right and
The wrong even fortnights before they came to spawn
[Narrator]
He strolls along
[Shalim]
I stroll along without a single care in my bones
Or the whole wide land of Vabaria
Distracted by the Jubilee of Harvest day
I almost forgot to grab some berries at the market place
[Narrator]
Swordfish in a tributary
Old soul composed floats carefree
[Shalim]
Occupying upper echelons
Alpha certified local folk mecca don
[Narrator]
Hammerhead in a tributary
Soul visionary, gets waved through preliminaries
[Shalim]
Clearly in control, uppermost of echelons
Mecca don! One step beyond
[Narrator]
Blue fin tuna in a tributary
Grace of a god but a temper thatâs incendiary
[Shalim]
Legendary kid strictly upper echelon
Etched in stone for the record, the mecca don
[Narrator]
Sure shot mythical material in crown hill
Even known to give the townspeople council
The poor get bled in the same old cycle
He scrawls haikus, son donât trifle
Step to shalim catch a boulder to the shoulder blades
Surefire way to say your welcome has been overstayed
Once rhymed his confession to the hail
And known to hold is own in a session on the ale
[Shalim]
Whoâs this swift talking man on a bale of hay?
Telling myths speaking cryptic of later days
Hypnotizing all my peers who canât break the gaze
And Iâm amazed in the same way that they are
How can they be standing there in awe?
[Narrator]
He doesnât understand
[Shalim]
And I donât really care or wanna waste time with it
Still trying to pay the town blacksmith a visit
What? You talking to me?
Well how would you know?
I didnât choose our King!
Why donât you let them make up their own mind?
Man forget it!
Iâm out of here, Iâve heard enough, save your breath
A major peg in my sandal this latest trend
Of preaching incohesively to chickens who canât lay and egg
Iâm taking it to heart although Iâm trying harder to forget
[Narrator]
No sooner than he sets foot in the smithy, illys starts bubbling
Extremely animated even by his own excitable standards
Barely able to contain it
He should keep it under wraps, but they had just received an order
From the royal armed guard to the tune of nearly ten thousand swords
At a moon cycles turnaround
This could mean only one thing
The culmination of a decadeâs rabble-rousing and meticulous manipulation
Finally coming to fruition
The eve of battle was upon them