Take up your sword of ondanique,
when times of darkness grow too great
beneath the stars of eld Zothique.
When nears the pirate's black caïque
defy the errant whim of fate —
take up your sword of ondanique.
When sailors yarn and smoke perique,
be sure of when they skite or prate
beneath the stars of eld Zothique.
When ghouls amass to howl and shriek
as storms occlude the moon, don't wait,
take up your sword of ondanique.
Beware the ghosts of times antique,
who walk at will through halls of slate
beneath the stars of eld Zothique.
Beware, my child, heed this critique,
when danger nears, don't hesitate:
take up your sword of ondanique
beneath the stars of eld Zothique.