It's been said that those which are sensitive to the whispers of spirits might hear the following song carried on the wind at Gond Orchal. The field of red poppies, which surround the hill, sway back and forth in time with the haunting melody, like a silent metronome. They lend their sweet, earthy aroma to the breeze so that it might draw forth any passersby to the barrows to be spellbound by the pulse that was present with its dead.
"This land once made great by its King and his kin,
Is littered with their bones
Our kindred slain by kindred hand,
Treachery in each home.
Red, red, all around,
Another bleeds and dies
Cities harrowed, rising sorrow,
Can you hear our cries?
Red, red, all around,
Another bleeds and dies
Countless numbers, torn asunder,
Recompense for our lives
The poppies bloom to remind of our doom,
Do you smell the strong scent of grief?
As they sway in the sun, we seek justice be done
Avenge us of past reif
Red, red, all around,
Another bleeds and dies,
Cities harrowed, rising sorrow,
Recompense for our lives."
(These lyrics are set to the tune of "Hoist the Colors", specifically this version: Hoist the Colours- @Malinda, @the.bobbybass, @LaurenPaley and @Colm_R_McGuinness - YouTube Anyone is welcome to use this for your own rp if you happen to pass through the area. Most characters will only hear a faint humming of the melody as though they were imagining it on the howling of the wind, but there would be no doubt that the feeling of a soft rhythmic pulse was coming from the ground in that place and that it was attempting to trap the mind and soul.)
