Overseer Of The Marsh

The Overseer of the marsh

Viewing over battles past

The Overseer of the north

Guiding kinsmen marching forth

The Overseer of the moor

Wizard of the land of war

The Overseer of Sorlagk

Will you accept your task

Land of war!

Sorlagk

He sees the dawn

Sunrise over rotten land

He watches the mirror like pools

Of the rotten swamp

A land of rotting armies

Thwarted long ago

The place where time will die

Forseen is the warriors path

Though long ago

The wretch was thrown

Outcast by the ancients

And cursed by the tongue

A name in vain

whispered by few

Forbidden words of mystery

Banished to the misty marsh

The moor carpeted in suffocating vapour

The breath of the dead armies

Choke those unwelcome

And here he remained

Acquiring the mystics and wisdom

So forbidding yet to save his kin

He looked into the waters and saw

A grey blanket lies to the south

Threatening all that exsists

He who wails has unmade once

And will unmake again

Three will rise from three corners

Weaknesses many and fate is masked

While inner strength is veiled

Hidden from the one who knoes all

This is what the moor speaks

This is what the pool proclaims

This is what the swamp foresees

And the old man waits on the rotting earth

Long are the nights

In epileptic fits of profecy

The story unfolds

Episodes of calling

Chrystal clear is the purpose

Internodes of falling

Clouded is the path

I proclaim the fire speads north

I proclaim take heed of nightmares

I proclaim the wailing speaks to our children

I proclaim the age of vengence is now

I proclaim this force must be stopped

I proclaim the 3

And I am one.