the Great Eye

Somewhere in the depths of the Blue Mountains, there is a once quiet, and unfrequented, cave system. From the outside, it still appears uninhabited, except by a bear and a colony of bats, but any visitor unlucky enough to find this isolated place and foolish enough to venture deep inside, would be met with death. For there in the shadows lurk hidden guards, dark-clad men and women whose job is to execute trespassers in utter silence.

Feed, my children,

feed on the flesh of elf and dwarf.

 

Let your wings be their terror.

Let your claws be their bane.

Let them look into the mirror

to see their heads cloven in twain.

 

Feed, my children,

feed on the flesh of elf and dwarf.

 

Let death stalk their ruins.

Let threats disturb their peace.

Let winged birds come to claim

their due from life's own lease.

 

Feed, my children,

feed on the flesh of elf and dwarf.