Renaissance

[Narrator]
Three years later in the new Republic of Vabaria

[Sir Bobin of Scranwick]
Ladies and Squires
It is my pleasure to introduce he who bears the Amulet, the slayer of Rongon
As you know him and love him
Bloody loved them sirens as well, didn’t he?
The one, the only Shalim!

[Narrator]
He’s a clown schooler, crown ruler

[Shalim]
And I ain't ever been shook, I’m the

[Narrator]
Don dada, combater

[Shalim]
And I never let em off the hook, rather

[Narrator]
Took ‘em out, good looking out

[Shalim]
Carving out a brand new nook
See I came from a lost tribe, armed with a blade and a dream

[Narrator]
All hail crown prince Shalim!

Scene setter, given the good fortune of the weather
Our prince now rolls through the realm
And at the helm it’s a top-notch view

[Shalim]
True
Scoping out the kingdom with my hawk eye
Do a little barter of Bangali cloth
My true love Ashira back at my side

[Narrator]
Pride swelling in his chest
The specter rests beneath the sheen

[Shalim]
The light of the land Shalim

[Narrator]
He’s a clown schooler, crown ruler

[Shalim]
And I ain't ever been shook, I’m the

[Narrator]
Don dada, combater

[Shalim]
And I never let em off the hook, rather

[Narrator]
Took ‘em out, good looking out

[Shalim]
Carving out a brand new nook
See I came from a lost tribe, armed with a blade and a dream

[Narrator]
All hail crown prince Shalim!

[Shalim]
Cool on the throne and equipped with a team Of
The finest minds this side of the siren’s island
And I’ve spent many moons trying to find the right path

[Narrator]
Hermit with a staff, nomadic wanderer left behind
Within the cave that the oracle chose
And slowly the prose draws to a close, so it goes

[Shalim]
Stone cold

[Narrator]
Never known to show mercy to foes

[Shalim]
Burdened with thirst and whole lot of anger
I knew what to do as I picked up the dagger
All the terror and oppression my people have felt, dealt with
Shelter the helpless

[Narrator]
All manner of position now safe to speak

[Shalim]
No more shall serfdom plague the weak

[Narrator]
Seeks collectivization of farmland
And arms hang dejectedly no more

He’s a clown schooler, crown ruler

[Shalim]
And I ain't ever been shook, I’m the

[Narrator]
Don dada, combater

[Shalim]
And I never let em off the hook, rather

[Narrator]
Took ‘em out, good looking out

[Shalim]
Carving out a brand new nook
See I came from a lost tribe, armed with a blade and a dream

[Narrator]
All hail crown prince Shalim!

Onward on his path and pass the scholastic temple

[Shalim]
Where Sidium’s citizens mental

[Narrator]
And physical abilities are strengthened
Based on a system of reciprocity

[Shalim]
Each to his need, each according to ability

[Narrator]
Teaching the seed and affording them agility

[Shalim]
Reaching the peek in supporting the fertility

[Narrator]
Keeping the peace, the forging of stability is crucial

[Shalim]
No more the role of the pupil

[Narrator]
Natural leader of men, he feels well in his skin
Just then, a member of his council approaches him

[Shalim]
And he’s trying to get a word in private
Although he received an assignment

[Narrator]
Suggests that on matters where opinion’s divided
Whether it would be too bold to propose a vote

[Shalim]
Should’ve seen it creep through the smoke

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[Narrator]
The days now drag like death
Stench of which is filling up his nostrils
No apostle he can trust
The dust-encrusted crown lies heavy
As the age-old aphorism states
Plates align tectonic
No beauty in the sonnets, now stale
Features frozen up, withered and pale
And physically frail, branded by the burden
Shalim the bitter twisted optimistic no more
And what he’d sworn he would abolish he embodies
To the west on a distant shore the seed of rongon stands
Veins bubbling with vengeance for the broken tusk
Sure as the sunrise melts the night
Day gives way to the dusk