A Ballad of Drizzt Do'Urden

Sing the song of the noble elf
The two-handed dancer.
Hearts are torn, of half-blooded born,
Can he find the answer?

Dark elven drow, Drizzt Do'Urden,
A grand-master ranger.
And always by his side, Catti-brie,
Their love was endanger.

Drizzt pondered, now and hereafter,
What child could come to life,
From tender union, he and she,
Prejudice brought them strife.

Sing the song of the noble elf
The two-handed dancer.
Hearts are torn, of half-blooded born,
Can he find the answer?

One eve he came to Catti-brie's bed,
He feared what he would say.
"Solid battles I cannot lose,
This fight I run away."

Broken, Catti knew not what to say,
This life was theirs to share,
"Father you are, and will not fail,
Joys is this, not despair."

Sing the song of the noble elf
The two-handed dancer.
Hearts are torn, of half-blooded born,
Can he find the answer?

The winds blew, right off Icewind Dale,
Lost in thought; light has come,
Spirit came of ancestor past,
"Son, don't let evil succumb!"

Dawn has broke and Drizzt was reborn,
Helping him to recall.
A father was in Zaknafein,
Answer the question in all.

Sing the song of the noble elf
The two-handed dancer.
Hearts are torn, of half-blooded born,
Can he find the answer?