In restless graves, in hallowed mounds

Come forth Faeo's undead from the ground.

Noisesome, loathsome and shambling forth

To the cardinal corners they pour forth...

The cold winds appeared to mock

the maiden tied up to a rock.

Brought by a silent, horse drawn wagon

to serve as supper for a dragon Striagorn...

Watch my feet, they’re quick as lightning

Mesmerizing and kinda frightening

Dance and feint, my devilish twirling

Dervish leap my swords are whirling...

They are gone from Faeo

Ages ago;

From the Silent Plateau,

From the Isles of Fay-Go...

the seas will swell in the pale moonlight.

The air is thick with the silence of fear,

death and destruction will soon be here...