Fil sings: 'Wheel of time is turning, more evil began to spawn.
            From the fires of fuming pits, Fat merchant was born.
            It spread fear and mourning, there was a blood red dawn.'

Fil sings: 'Brave warriors were sent, swords broke and spears bent.
            Feeblest men ran, as they saw Fat merchant roaring with anger.
            Infuriated from the madness and cowardliness, still just a mere
ranger.'