Feywind, Feywind, Feywind, Feywind You are such an annoyance of a man, Feywind, Feywind, Feywind, Feywind Can you cast Fireball? I doubt that you can…

A hirsute man in robes, I guess? Aaaand - I cannot recall the rest A tale or two, I’m sure, you’ve clearly spinned.
You’ve been a prick, you’ve made us small You never do a thing at all, I literally can’t deal with you Feywind.

We rescued you from Hag-based sleep, By Torm! your moves are fucking weak, But I know you’re valued for your skills, Feywind.
I cannot say I understand, Why you must have your spells ‘at hand,’ I recall mine from memory, Feywind…

Feywind, Feywind, Feywind, Feywind Is winemaking a good retirement plan? Feywind, Feywind, Feywind, Feywind Can you shoot arrows? I doubt that you can…

You truly are a cocky shit, You could have toned it down a bit, But Barra’s eyes grew large and then he grinned.
I’d love to say I told you so, But oops, I didn’t: there you go! Enjoy that broken nose, humble Feywind!

Feywind, Feywind, Feywind, Feywind You must have something going for you, man. Feywind, Feywind, Feywind, Feywind Can you lift horses? I doubt that you can…

Feywind, Get binned.