I have kepth thy words immortalized in my sig For one day our pickled prince shall return And his coming foretold in the dusty tomes of righteous times to follow May his fury once again strike anguish into the vile hearts of the unclean trolls that hath roamed freely for too long May his stature be strong, his wrath be swift, and thy’ne enemies fall before him of true anguish from the mighty Pickel.