Greenwood the Great, oh forest without measure!
Home to grace aplenty – in the East most precious treasure
Our forebears found you on their way to distant seas
Then decided to stay, under the shadows of your trees
Alas, the shadows grew dark with time
And someone took them under command
Your green he tainted with many a crime,
and soon darkness engulfed all your land
Born from elden evil, the Necromancer was his name
And the elven home for his devices he would claim
Our kindred fought him with great and swift might
Yet little availed against his everlasting night
So East they built their own safe haven
While darkness elsewhere spread
Yet do not think them craven!
It was to be hidden, or dead
Now tread with care, and be smart
And never go outside when it gets dark
To stay within the Halls, that is our fate
And this our place in Greenwood the Great
