Where are you, Krelij of Papua, warrior with the green armor,
We was still young when
We play in the swamp and already
Alligators and snakes, toad and tentacles
Fled when heard the whistling of our blades.

Where are you, Krelij of Papua, Minstrel of the Virtues,
I remember when together we played
Notes of peace and notes of war
And the mind of monsters and animals
Subdued at the our will.

Where are you, Krelij of Papua, slayer of undeads,
more fast than a cougar you ran in the streets of Trinsic
and in a only instant on zombie and skeletors, lich and spectres you swooped down
and they powerless scream while you wounded at death them.

Where are you Krelij of Papua, master and friend,
Robin the merry only now understand it, and while you cast your last spell
I write this glorious words that never will forget you.

Against the efreety you are gone
Only with your knife, like you had begin.
Strong of your courage neither this time you was subdued
Because the flame of your spirit burn
More intense than the fire of the elemental.

Unfortunately the silence of the death by now is come on you
But the music that for long time we have play
Thanks to the supreme Mother, the dear Compassion,
forever will take you in your way whispering in your tought
happy notes come from a better world.

-Robin the Bard