Her name was Mina, she was a warlord
With shaven stubble for her hair and a medal that was bare.
She led the army, all for the One God,
But while she tried to rule the world, someone acted like a fool --
Across the battlefield, he watched as Mina healed.
He was young and a total moron --
How'd you think he'd feel?

He's Silvan, Silvan the Speaker.
I don't know who else could be weaker
Than Silvan, Silvan the Speaker;
Mina's just using so he'll get a bruising
'Cos the Speaker, thinks he's in love...

His name was Cyan, he was a dragon,
He was disguised as one of them; it was more than just a whim.
He built a big shield to suck their lives out
But Cyan went a bit too far, in the book before Lost Star,
And then elf arrows flew, and trees poked Cyan through.
There was blood and a giant carcass --
Still he had no clue...

'Cos he's Silvan, Silvan the Speaker,
Just when you thought no one was weaker,
There's Silvan, Silvan the Speaker!
Mina's his goddess so he got hit hardest
At the banquet -- He lost his love...

Her name was Mina, she was a warlord,
But that was several hours ago, now the army's full of woe.
They think she's poisoned, and now they'll burn her,
But as they threw her on the pyre, Mina stood up from the fire!
Dead dragons in the air, (Mina still had no hair)
They killed Targonne when they cut his head off --
Now she's out of there...

She's taken Silvan, Silvan the Speaker
Where can we find someone who's weaker
Than Silvan, Silvan the Speaker?
Maybe he'll grow up before we all throw up!
In the next book, I hope he croaks...