The Elf Song
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...