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The Ishgard Song!
I am Archbishop Thordan, and I am here to ask you a question...
Won’t you come on up to Ishgard,
Kill a dragon, two or three?
it may slowly corrode your dear ethical code,
but it helps religiously,
Right now you’re just a dumb adventurer,
But in time, you’re gonna be,
The savior of the crown, of this cold little town,
On the peaks above the cloudy sea.
We’ve got your jacket here, there ain’t no cold to fear,
It’s like it was! But, with more snow.
And don’t you worry ‘bout the wurms, We watch the star as heavens turn (as)
All our Astrologians know.
Foundation might look poor, and ravaged by our war
But we’ve got machines and we’re rich in our faith!
Now I’ll tell ya, between you and me, if you dare commit heresy
We’ll Witchdrop ya on your face.
So you’ve stuck around in Ishgard,
And religiously it’s tense,
All the outsiders know, our inquisitors are cold,
And brother I mean freezin’, I’m not even teasin’!
Don’t ya know, the dragons love the walkways,
Watch them bash our wards with glee!
Oh they just wanna see, our favorite city
On the peaks above the cloudy sea.
Come on don’t be a louse, let’s join a Noble House,
They’ll help you out! If you help back,
Kill some cultists, take their plans, and slay some wurms, rip out their fangs,
And you’ve, got some rep, that’s that,
And don’t forget dragoons, they’ll leap right TO THE MOON,
And gut some flyers without needing a gun,
I bet you could slay Moggle Mog if you could claim the eye of Nidhogg
but ohhhhh, he’s still unfun.
So, you’ve saved the rest of Aldenard,
And you’ve ground to rank 50!
Because you wanna be, in our old Holy See,
You’re tryin’ not to freeze, in our icy city,
So much to do and see! In the only city
On the peaks above the cloudy sea,
Screw Idyllshire!
It’s the best Holy See
On the peaks above the cloudy--
Somewhere, above the sea,
they spell it I-S-H-G, A-R-D.