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Lyrics by Lord Michael Sinestro (Michael A. Zachary) Copyright © 2009 by Michael A. Zachary To the tune of “God Rest ye Merry, Gentlemen”
The Barony of Atenveldt In the known worlde the best We know with the most talented Of people we are blessed But know that there are some who stand A cut above the rest Oh, beware the champions of Atenveldt, Atenveldt Oh, beware the champions of Atenveldt
Lord Konrad is our hard suit champ A fighter bold is he His prowess and his honor do Embody chivalry The sight of him upon the field Will make our foes to flee Oh, beware the hard suit champ of Atenveldt, Atenveldt Oh, beware the champions of Atenveldt
Mouse is our rapier champion A lass of grace and charm A flashing blade within her hand A white scarf on her arm Her prowess makes our foes to quake And fills them with alarm Oh, beware the rapier champ of Atenveldt, Atenveldt Oh, beware the champions of Atenveldt
Our archery champ is Ursula Her shafts fly straight and true And when we find ourselves at war She knows what she must do Our foes she’ll surely pay in full With the fruit of the yew Oh, beware the archery champ of Atenveldt, Atenveldt Oh, beware the champions of Atenveldt
Now Quinn is our youth champion Who stands upon this day Inspiring all our other youths To fight and serve and play For it is sure the future of Our barony are they Oh, beware our fine youth champ of Atenveldt, Atenveldt Oh, beware the champions of Atenveldt
See Master Ritchyrd in the arts The best in all our land Inspiring us with treasures fine All done by his own hand (and feet) And teaching us of all his crafts To help us understand Oh, beware the A&S champ of Atenveldt, Atenveldt Oh, beware the champions of Atenveldt
Lord Michael is our bardic champ The circle he does run Performing arts at kingdom for The past five years he’s won Oh, there’s no doubt that he will be A laurel before he’s done Oh, beware the bardic champ of Atenveldt, Atenveldt Oh, beware the champions of Atenveldt
And so with these fine champions Our barony stands tall With such folk to defend us we Will surely never fall Now let us with our glasses high Sing praises to them all And all hail the champions of Atenveldt, Atenveldt Oh, beware the champions of Atenveldt |
