[Verse 1]
The southern seas fell far below
The airship’s iron frame,
The Strongcastle kin stood silent there
Above a world in flame.
For every Gnar beast beaten back
Another took its place,
And Andrew said, “This war won’t end
While the Dragon shows his face.”
[Verse 2]
“The Babe sails soon,” said Andrew then,
“My kin will hunt the sea,
But someone swift must ride the Weys
Where no ship’s eyes can see.
For somewhere hides the Gnar Wizard
Behind a mortal skin—
And if we find the dragon’s den
This cursed war we’ll win.”
[Chorus]
So ride, ride Prophet,
Ride the Weys tonight,
Through desert wind and mountain snow
Where shadows hide from light.
For somewhere waits the Gnar Dragon
Behind his wizard’s skin,
And Matthew rides the Weyhorse
To hunt the serpent’s den.
[Verse 3]
The Baywhar Babe would sail with Andrew
Through harbors thick with spies,
His nieces, nephews, charts and blades
And truth in watchful eyes.
But Matthew turned to Prophet then—
The stallion of the Weys,
A thunder-hoofed and storm-eyed steed
That feared no dragon’s gaze.
[Chorus]
Ride, ride Prophet,
Let the wild winds sing,
Across the broken kingdoms
Where the dragon’s shadows cling.
Every road holds whispers,
Every tavern hides a tale,
And Matthew rides the Weyhorse
On the dragon’s secret trail.
[Verse 4]
From shepherd fires to outlaw camps
He gathered rumor and sign,
A burned-out tower, a vanished mage,
A footprint scorched in pine.
Some swore they saw a one-handed lord
Ride cloaked beneath the moon—
A wizard with a dragon’s eyes
Who vanished all too soon.
[Chorus]
Ride, ride Prophet,
Through the storm and flame,
For every child of Strongcastle
Would hunt that cursed name.
The Gnar may swarm like locusts
But their master’s end is near—
For Matthew rides the Weyhorse
And the dragon soon will hear.
[Final Verse]
Across the Weys where spirits walk
And ancient secrets lie,
Prophet climbs the silver paths
That mortal hooves deny.
And somewhere in the dark ahead
The hunter’s road will bend—
Toward the lair of the Gnar Dragon
And the war’s long-promised end.
[Final Chorus]
Ride, ride Prophet,
Let the war horn cry,
For the snake will choke on iron
When the hunters draw it nigh.
The Gnar may swarm like locusts
But their master’s end is near—
For Matthew rides the Weyhorse
And the dragon soon will hear.
ElCeviche
