The Battle of Killington

Out There stands a peak on Killington,
A mighty crest showered in white hail.
From there come the blue and blacks that flow into the valleys.
It stands evergreen above Verd Mont.

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From there come mercenaries, very wise,
Three from the gondola that stands beneath the pole.
One is called Bonesaw, another Smoke Papa,
Snowcrab the third, they carve into the peak
They join the band.