Gift am I, of Ferrol's hand these laws to halt the chaos be, No king shall die, no tyrant cleaved save by the perilous sound of me. Cursed the silent hand that strikes forever to his brethren lost, Doomed of darkness and of light so be the tally and the cost. Breath upon my lips announce the gauntlet loud so all may hear, Thine challenge for the kingly seat so all may gather none need fear. But once upon a thousand three unless by death I shall cry, No challenge, no dispute proceed a generation left to die. Upon the sound, the sun shall pass and with the rising of the new, Combat will begin and last until there be but one of two. A bond formed betwixt opponents protected by Ferrol's hand, From all save the blade, the bone, and skill of the other's hand. Should champion be called to fight evoked is the Hand of Ferrol, Which protects the championed from all and champion from all--save one--from peril. Battle is the end for one for the other all shall sing. For when the struggle at last is done the victor shall be king