[i]Speak iron and powder, Cry thunder and flame, For these were the gifts that she bore. To a world drenched in shadow, A beacon she came... And on through that shadow she tore. When the end had drawn nigh, With her weapon held high, She faced down the terrible tide. So, when the world's filled with terrors, And the night's without end, Let the legend she left be your guide! Now go! Where the wild magics flow! And Spellfire lights up the sky! And there! In the uncanny air! You can still hear her rally and cry! Well our will's cracked and bent, And our spirit's near spent... But we stand on the path she did pave! We honor... What the Gunrunner gave![/i]