It dwelt for centuries with elves in the Greenwood,
And was given to Grok in token of the peace
Concluded between races during the Long Winter.
It was laid to rest by the might of the Order
At the time of Avendoom’s survival in battle.
Sharing the grave of one of the glorious dead,
It lies in the dark caverns upon ancient bones.
As the years pass it lies there in Hrad Spein
Calling the wind of the tombs to its resting place
The hour will come when it bares its secrets, consuming
The magic of the cursed with the fire of truth.
If you are artful and brave, bold and quick,
If your step is light and your thought is keen.
You will avoid the tricks we have set there,
But be wary of earth and water and fire.
And then, carry on! The twin doors stand open
To the peace of the halls of the Slumbering Whisper,
Where the brains of man and elf and orc alike
Dissolve in unreason. . . . And so shall yours.
Through the halls of the Slumbering Echo and Darkness
Past the blind, unseeing Kaiyu guards,
’Neath the gaze of Giants who burn all to ash.
To the graves of the Great Ones who died in battle.
In serried ranks, embracing the shadows,
The long-deceased knights stand in silence,
And only one man will not die ’neath their swords,
He who is the shadows’ own twin brother.
The cold frozen body of pallid Selena
Will raise you up to the sacred bed.
