When the sickness came
From ‘cross the Abecean Sea
Good folk quaked, bad folk sighed
And they told this tale to me
Dead, dead, so many, many dead
From Daggerfall to Anvil to Dune
Twas the slug plague they said
And they blamed the Sload for our ruin
Our rulers cried out, all is lost
But not the Anvil King
He boarded his ship and raised the sails
And said sailors let’s do this thing
They came from far and wide
Heroes that answered his call
Bretons, Redguards, Elves, and more
And a vast fleet sailed out in a squall
They sailed the stormy sea as one
To destroy a dastardly foe
‘Neath red skies and ‘cross thunderous waves
As a deadly storm did blow
The All Flags! The All Flags!
Led by the Anvil King
The All Flags! The All Flags!
Of its ships and sailors we sing!
They closed on the enemy’s island
Just as a dense fog rolled in
No matter the magic and weapons they faced
There was no other option than win
The allied fleet laid siege to the Sload
With weapons and magic of their own
On and on til the island did crack
And the slugfolk reaped what they’d sown
The All Flags! The All Flags!
Led by the Anvil King
The All Flags! The All Flags!
Of its ships and sailors we sing!
