There once was a grand master that grew a beard
Which lords and ladies feared
So two Prophets and a Equite,
Four GMs and a Knight,
Also grew themselves a beard!

An old frozen glacier
Northern lights fall on twilight
And coldness descends.

What shall we do with a drunken Sith Lord,
What shall we do with a drunken Sith Lord,
What shall we do with a drunken Sith Lord ear-ley in a war?

Put him to bed with the GM's daughter,
Put him to bed with the GM's daughter,
Put him to bed with the GM's daughter, ear-ley in a war!

Whey-hey the Brotherhood arms again,
Whey-hey the Brotherhood arms again,
Whey-hey the Brotherhood arms again, ear-ley in the war.

(Sung to the tune of Drunken Sailor
*GM's daughter is a form of cat o' nine tails/flaying in this case!)