Song of Balduran

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh O sing a song of Balduran Who founded Baldur's Gate Empire golden built on trade Could not avert his fate When three, though dead, assailed his port Transformed, he fell their thrall Succumbed as threat from nether years Arose to conquer all Now hope is gone, or so it seems But game's not over yet New cards are drawn, new hands are played Newcomers place a bet A knave, a wizard, devil, gith The odds are cast anew And Baldur's fate now turns upon The whims of fortune's few Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh