Ilian of Garathorm - Smoulder

Each soul spoke in a familiar voice

Erekosë, Dorian, Elric, Corum

Fate’s soldier, eternally!

March against the dark empire

Hoist the burning banner

To win the yellow horn of Ymryl

Fate calls a Champion!

Warrior, of many forms!

Clandestine movements in a sunlit glade

Gain the trust of those you once betrayed

Outlaws of a thousand spheres

The flame lance hits target

Double-bladed battle axe

Twist the sword from corpse

Invaders left burned alive

Pile of blackened bones

Fate calls a Champion!

Warrior, of many forms!

Ymryl and eldritch master

Merge as one in the great beast Arioch

Serpent lord entranced by power

Too proud to heed danger

From the malevolent sword

Possessed by great power

Cursed iron of the ages

The mighty Stormbringer!

Fate calls a Champion!

Warrior, of many forms!

Fate calls the Eternal Champion!

The multiverse is won!