Knighted in the Ikkathi Wilds

[This song was made by Sir Hiss, he has a lisp] (Verse 1) In the mitht of jungle’th breath, the thadowth grew long and lean, With clawth that gripped the village wallth and eyeth of fiery thheen. Red thcaleth thcorched the foretht floor, left emberth in the vine, Ath fear crept through each weary heart, I whithpered, "Fate’th align." (Verse 2) I called to farmer, mathon, child, to armor dull and bright, For thpadeth and thcytheth, the pitchforkth thtrong, could turn thith wrong to right. With hiththing voithe, I taught them moveth to coil and thtrike with thpeed, For humble handth and clever mindth could plant a fighting theed. (Chorus) Raithe your tool ath iron thine’th, break the chainth of blood and flame, For though we are but thimple folk, a dragon we’ll reclaim. The thoil and thtone, the toolth we wield, are thwordth in humble fitht, They cheered aloud, defying fear, “We fight bethide Thir Hithth!” (Verse 3) The dragon lord thwooped low and fierce, talonth tharp and red, But fieldth of green and thteel arothe, no one turned back in dread. With thovelth high and plowthareth thtrong, the farmerth drove him down, Each heartbeat like a drum of war, a roar acroth the town. (Bridge) Through vineth and briarth, blood and fire, we fought the beatht in turn, Each blow a thtrike for liberty, with every lath we’d learn. With cunning, claw, and iron’th bite, we made the beatht retreat, Until at latht the red lord fell beneath our wounded feet. (Verse 4) Then from the dark, a ruler rothe, fair-hearted, brave, and kind, Who thaw the thtrength in common folk and did not theek to bind. She turned to me, with honor’th grace, a thword upon her writht, And thpoke, “For valor true, I name you now ath noble Thir Hithth.” (Outro) In the mitht of jungle’th breath, I took my honored name, For thcaleth and thteel, for vine and field, I’d do it all the thame. Now let the tale of battle’th cry forevermore exitht, Of farmerth bold who fought and won… bethide Thir Hithth.