[Verse 1] Oh, Gaenor the bold, the luckiest elf, He dreamed of riches, all for himself. With a smile so smug and words so sly, He begged for gold from those passing by. “A septim here, a septim there, Surely you’ll spare a coin so fair!” But behind the grin, a darker plan, To be the richest in all the land. [Chorus] Oh, Gaenor, Gaenor, your pride will fall, You think you’re mighty, you’ll lose it all. With luck so strange and greed so high, The gods themselves will hear your lie. [Verse 2] To Mournhold’s streets, his path did stray, Where heroes tread and dragons play. He challenged the brave with a golden sneer, “None can best me, let’s make that clear!” Armor of gold, enchanted bright, A shield of hubris, a sword of spite. He laughed at fate, defied his doom, But fate would find him all too soon. [Chorus] Oh, Gaenor, Gaenor, your pride will fall, You think you’re mighty, you’ll lose it all. With luck so strange and greed so high, The gods themselves will hear your lie. [Bridge] (Whispered, ominous tone) “The Tribunal stirs, the gods take note, Your arrogance earns a deadly vote. From luck you rise, but luck shall fade, For hubris ends in a blade well-laid.” [Verse 3] When Gaenor stood in his finest array, A hero approached to ruin his day. With steel and spell, the battle raged, But Gaenor’s luck was poorly staged. The stars above turned cold and dark, The gods had tired of Gaenor’s spark. He fell to the earth, his luck run dry, A golden fool beneath the sky. [Chorus – Final] Oh, Gaenor, Gaenor, your pride has fallen, No more boasts, no more callin’. With luck undone and fate made clear, Your tale is told, oh Bosmer dear. [Outro] So, travelers, heed this tale of woe, Of a boastful elf you shouldn’t know. For Gaenor’s fate is a lesson plain, That arrogance brings only pain.
