Scout Lace Harding,
Swift and cunning,
Her arrows cut you
Down to size

Scout Lace Harding,
Taut bow taunting,
Life so light
Will flee your eyes

Born of the ground,
Loyal and sound,
Inquisition bound

Scout Lace Harding,
Battle's calling
Inquisition's bloody prize

Scout Lace Harding,
Smile at warning,
Smirk at fear
And laugh in their eyes

Scout Lace Harding,
Without warning,
Makes men fall
Like tarnished crowns

What can be said
To all who have fled
The dwarf with the freckled face?

But all who remained
To stand in her way
Met with her arrow's fate

Scout Lace Harding,
Swift and cunning,
Her arrows cut you
Down to size

Scout Lace Harding,
Battle's calling
Inquisition's bloody prize

Scout Lace Harding,
Smile at warning,
Smirk at fear
And laugh in their eyes

Born of the ground,
Loyal and sound,
Inquisition bound

Scout Lace Harding,
Swift and cunning,
Her arrows cut you
Down to size