Codex Lore: The Outlaw Ballad

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Eight bullets left had Gira Cage when lost to Outlaw fires.

And eight bullets was all it took, down in the Bullet Mires.

Gira Cage had flown out one dark dismal day.

To gather some supplies she saw along the way.

When bullets fired from down below shot her from the sky.

And she fell into the marshes, where she was sure to die.

Down down down she went... in the bullet mires.

Hatch, he was an outlaw, with madness in his grin.

And eyes without a soul, a laugh that burned your skin.

He shot Cage from the blue, her soul was his to break.

Her javelin... her Ranger... from her body he'd take.

Down down down he was... in the bullet mires.

Cage, she heard him coming, and crawled behind a stone.

Her side was torn and bloody, her leg with broken bones.

She counted out her bullets, she barely had a round.

Eight bullets 'tween her and the black funeral mound.

Down down down she went... in the bullet mires.

Hatche's Gang of Seven, well, they moved in for the kill.

But Gira Cage was waiting with patience and her skill.

Though they fired a thousand times, they never hit their mark.

While Cage's aim was deadly true and sent them to the dark.

Down down down they were... in the bullet mires.

One by one those Outlaws fell, 'til only Hatch remained.

With hellfire from both his guns, and bombs that spewed out flame.

And when the Outlaw stopped to shout his glee all the while.

Cage delivered her last bullet into the Outlaws smile.

Eight bullets left had Gira Cage when lost to the Outlaw fires.

And eight bullets was all it took down in the Bullet Mires

Music by Lobos Locos, Living in my memory, Wanted alive & well.