A/N: Wow, it is like a barren wasteland here. Shame. Anyways, back before avelyn was nerfed, I bumped into a certain red a couple of times as a blueberry with my red iron twinblade. I eventually killed him while listening to Marty Robbins's Big iron on his hip so here you go :D

To the forest of the fallen giants rode a sentinel one fine day
Hardly spoke to apostles around him didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
For the sentinel there among them had a red iron on his hip
Red iron on his hip

It was early in the morning when he was summoned into the forest
He came from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's a sinner loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the red iron on his hip
Red iron on his hip

In this forest there invaded an phantom by the name of Havelyn Red
Many apostles had tried to banish him and that many apostles were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his avelyn numbered one an nineteen more
One and nineteen more

Now the sentinel started talking made it plain to folks around
Was an Blue Sentinel wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to banish an invader to a bitter end
And he said it didn't matter he was after Havelyn Red
After Havelyn Red

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Havelyn Red
But the invader didn't worry men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him twenty men had made a slip
Twenty one would be the Sentinel with the Red iron on his hip
Red iron on his hip

The loading screen passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out under the heat
Folks were watching from their binos every-body held their breath
They knew this handsome Sentinel was about to meet his death
About to meet his death

There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the Sentinel is still talked about today
Havelyn Red had not cleared leather fore the iron fairly ripped
And the sentinel's slash was deadly with the red iron on his hip
Red iron on his hip

It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body of the invader on the ground
Oh he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the Sentinel with the red iron on his hip
Big red on his hip
Red iron Red iron
When he tried to match the sentinel with the big iron on his hip