The Ballard of Darcy the Viking

Gather close, ye rogues and fools,

Raise your tankards, break the rules!

For tonight a tale is spun,

Of Darcy, Viking, second to none!

From frozen shores where ravens fly,

He learned to laugh and learned to fight.

With axe in hand and fire in his eye,

He’d challenge the gods beneath the sky!

Oh, Darcy! Darcy! Raise your horn,

The fiercest Viking ever born!

He’ll split your shield, he’ll steal your beer,

And laugh while shouting, “SKÅL, COME HERE!”

“Come test your steel! Come test your might!

Come face the Viking here tonight!

One warrior enters, one walks away—

Who’ll have the courage to face Darcy today?”

The warriors cheer, the maidens grin,

The tavern shakes as fights begin.

A dwarf steps up, a barbarian too,

But Darcy just cries, “Is that all you’ve got to do?”

Oh, Darcy! Darcy! Raise your horn,

The fiercest Viking ever born!

With every blow and every cheer,

The legend of Darcy grows each year!

He sailed the seas, he crossed the land,

With battle-axe clenched firmly in hand.

He faced the giants, he mocked the dead,

And once drank an ogre completely under the table instead!

So if you’re brave and seeking fame,

Step into the circle and speak your name.

But heed these words before you start:

Never challenge Darcy… unless you’ve got the heart!

Oh, Darcy! Darcy! Viking bold,

His stories grow while yours grow old!

So raise your horn and give three cheers—

FOR DARCY THE VIKING! MAY HIS LEGEND LAST A THOUSAND YEARS!

SKÅL! SKÅL! SKÅL! 🍻⚔️