Weaver's Harvest

[Mestvin 950]

 

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A certain tomb of a fallen king was desecrated

His remains stolen, used in profane ritual

 

 

"The necromancer's power, a wicked might,

The king's body, a victim of the fight.

The necromancer's curse, a wicked sight,

The king's soul, a victim of the dark."

 

 

"Let the banners fall, the air grows cold,
 

It's a grim harvest, of which no stories are told.
 

The souls hum a mournful tune,
 

As I reap what they sowed, underneath the black moon."