I came up with song while at home AFK in Madiso's death tower. The idea had came to me before to do this but it took me a while to actually get motivation to do this.

"Death of the Squire Faiden"
By Skyrunner25
To the tune of Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.        

The Legend lives on from the dwarves on down
of the great lord they call "Old Willy"
The Lord it is said never lets the live
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of gold blocks twenty-six thousand tons more
then the average peasant weighed empty.
that good squire and true was a boned to by chewed
when the furry of willy came early.

The squire was the pride of the Brickton side
Coming back from some buissness in Dong Dank
As great squires go he was better than most
whos heart and body were well seasoned.
Concluding some terms at the pig race track
when he left fully loaded to Roamin
And later that day when a call went out
could it be the furry he'd been feelin'

The furry on track made a wooshing sound
and the arrows flew past Faiden
And every squire knew as Faiden did too
'twas the furry of willy come stealin'
The arrow pluged late and the trip would have to wait
when the Furry of Willy came slashin'
When afternoon came it was arrow rain
In the face of an Willy Storm Binge

When the message arrived Faiden wanted to say
"Fellas I might not make it"
At nine AM the squire was pierced he said
"Fellas its been good t'know ya"
The heart punctured had blood rushing out
and the good squire and body was in peril
And later night when his eyes went out of sight
came the death of the Squire Faiden

Does anyone know where the love of Roamin goes
when the arrows turn a lifetime to seconds
The lords they do say he'd made knight someday
If he put fifteen weeks behind him
He might have been stabbed or he may been shot
He may have been dropped and broke him
And all that remains are the story and fame
of the squires and the serfs and lords

Lord Roamin kills, Willy does sing 
in the rooms of his wooden mansion.
Lord Spyd steams like a young girls dream;
and his pools and ponds are for sportsmen
And newer still is Baron Kyle
takes what Lord Justin can send him.
And the squires go as the peasants did know
with the Furry of Willy remembered

In a musty old hall in Brickotn they prayed
in the "Roamin Cathederal"
The church bell chimed 'til it rang some time
for each squire killed by Willy
The legend lives from the dwarves on down
of the great lord they call Old Willy
Willakers they said never lets them live
when the furry of Willy comes early