The Breaking of the Wyvern Gate

Prophet climbed the frozen sky

Where the broken peaks run high

Circling slow above the stone

Where the Gnar had made his throne

In the cliffs where shadows wait

Stood the dragon’s mountain gate

Guarded by two wyvern lords

Turned to Gnar by wizard’s art

Then the Baywhar Babe came riding in

On the hard and northern wind

Harpoons primed and cannons bright

Climbing toward the coming fight

Uncle Andrew held the blade

Light against the dark they made

Richard fired the iron line

Zach kept powder running hot

Then the sky began to roar

When the wyverns rose to war

Bullets rang on armored hide

Claws like thunder sweeping wide

Smoke and splinters filled the air

As the Babe fought through despair

Till the wounded airship reeled

Spiraling toward the peaks below

But Amanda took her stand

Cannon fuse within her hand

Rose-glass lenses burning bright

Guiding thunder through the fight

One last blast split sky and cloud

Echo rolling long and loud

And the first beast’s shattered head

Fell in fire among the crags

Matthew and Prophet

Still the second beast came fast

Through the smoke and cannon blast

Then across the mountain sky

Came a cry both fierce and high

Matthew rode the storming air

On Prophet, black as midnight there

Hooves like thunder, blazing dark

Driving straight into the heart

Steel flashed bright and courage flew

Prophet’s charge the terror knew

And the wounded monster fled

Shrieking from the mountain wind

Raise the glass and sing it loud

Of the fight above the clouds

Where the Baywhar Babe held fast

In the mountain thunderblast

Harpoons flew and cannons roared

Wyvern blood on steel was poured

And the Gnar beasts learned that day

Strong hearts would not break away

Then through smoke and winter sky

Came the thunder riding high

Matthew on the ink-black Weyhorse

Like a bolt of living light

Prophet struck with iron flame

Driving terror back again

And the last beast fled the fight

From the Children of the Light

So the Babe came limping down

Through the snow of Wyvern Crown

And the peaks still whisper low

When the northern night winds blow

Of the day the sky was war

At the Gnar Dragon’s mountain door

When the gate of terror fell

And the wyverns broke from hell