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Who founded Baldur's Gate
Empire golden built on trade
Could not avert his fate
When three, though dead, assailed his port
Transformed, he fell their thrall
Succumbed as threat from nether years
Arose to conquer all
Now hope is gone, or so it seems
But game's not over yet
New cards are drawn, new hands are played
Newcomers place a bet
A knave, a wizard, devil, gith
The odds are cast anew
And Baldur's fate now turns upon
The whims of fortune's few"
Evidence of the song that tears into the ears of those who tire of the praise given to the tentacled menace.