Von Ricmore, oh Ricmore
He is bald of head
Von Ricmore, oh Ricmore
The name fills me with dread

Striving forth no matter what bars the way
Determined to always seize the day
What of the cost? Oh how the bodies lay
Those poor souls which he has chosen to slay

Von Ricmore, oh Ricmore
Why do you persist?
Von Ricmore, oh Ricmore
It’s useless to resist.

In the sands of
dark Tattooine
Lived a dragon
that was brooding.

Our great hero
Jedi Creon
hunted the beast
and took its pearl...

The black pearl, the black pearl, the evil eye of the night! Torn from its gizzards after losing the fight! It makes a darksaber named dragonslayer! Our hero the ranger moves closer to danger.